Thick, heavy.
Mercelessly covering any sprout of green,
Barren has become his dreamland
As time keeps going on
Leaving him behind.
«Dear Silence, shut up.
There's no one here to push me and
The absence of their voices amuses me no more.
You are now free to go, dear friend.
She made me acknowledge Her,
Made it that I can't live without Her.
Noisy, yes. So now you go.»
A bloody sunrise for the small village,
Shocked faces at the church.
The boy had witnessed Her
Long enough
For loneliness to outgrow his mind.