The Silence

- Dinledhwen


The silence was like a knife
Cutting deep within his heart
Leaving behind only the pain
And the loneliness this brings.

Still he struggled to live on
Trying hard to find solace
In those things that had brought joy
Before he had been forsaken.

But nothing he did would mend
The damage done to his heart
So to the west he now turned
Where the white shores were waiting.

Perhaps there his heart could heal
Perhaps there he could be happy
Perhaps there he could escape
The sharp knife of silence.