Silence In Chaos Poem by Inger Jansen

Silence In Chaos



Once was a person
Now just a picture
Depicted in darkness
Riddled with holes

No-one is innocent
The cynical say
Surely he knew he was
In harms way

Or perhaps not.

Can a man not go out to kill some time?
Have some fun?
Silence comes swiftly when its least expected.

In the noise.

Bodies riddled with holes.
Fare well.
Departed souls

Thursday, December 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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