Treasure Island

Brittany Dawn Gray


Echoing Silence


At night,
when silence echoes—
when all is dark and the summer sky is filled
with stars,
I sit up in bed.
I am an owl of the night —
a curious bystander who carefully watches
hidden from sight,
silent and still —
lost —
as a million daydreams cascade
with whirs of light that faintly flash with the numbing
drone of the television in the background —
blocked out by blips of symphonies
whirring and crashing,
forever spinning like a carousel —
jumbled and chaotic.
Alone in the night,
a mad carnival within the mind
would surely drive anyone insane.

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014
Edited: Monday, May 05, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/6/2014 7:21:00 PM)

    A mad carnival within the mind.' What an awesome line! Another great poem you've written! You have a very unique way of writing, please keep them coming! (Report) Reply

  • John Westlake (5/5/2014 4:35:00 PM)

    Very well written. It appears that you prefer the night time instead of the day. In a way I can relate to that in way. Stay safe (Report) Reply

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