By Silence
Full bar
Waves in a straight line
Filled with nothing
Or is it filled with something?
Silence fills the empty room
Pressing against the walls
Filled to the brim
Pushing you against it
Anyone else out of the way
Silence falls like a drape
Holds you in
Many things
Not always the worst
If you look within
Poem by Shawkin Kabir ’21
