The Sound of Silence

Evil stalks the land.
It leaves a trail of devastation in lost dreams
It shuns music poetry and mystery
It smothers expectations;
When any form of human activity approaches
It saps the energy from the source and quiets the commotion;
It knows neither comedy nor tragedy
Mood nor similitude
It lacks warmth and understanding
Courage and curiosity;
It has no interest in comfort or joy
Laughter or sorrow;
Your tears cannot dampen its arid soul
It cannot hear your shouts;
It swamps life with nothing in general
And less in particular;
It creeps in stealth;
It is the great destroyer of form and substance;
It stills the raging storm;
It has no past
No present
No future;
It is the antithesis of all that is
All that was
And all that ever will be;
Yet it mocks
And boasts
And dares you to defeat it;
It is the cold emptiness
That fills the void where
Once there was love—
It is the ultimate enemy of
Existence;
It is what you feel
When hope is gone;
It is the arrogance
Of Silence.