Midnight silence,
All is the same
She cries in grief
She hides in shame.
A baby bawls,
But naught is heard.
Silence reigns…
Still observed.
He empties the bottle;
He's become a drunk
See how the mighty have fallen,
How low he's slunk?
The bottle breaks upon
The white tiled floor.
No one hears it shatter
Unaware, he starts to snore.
Silence, once golden,
Is worth less than brass,
When no one hears the commotion
Of a nightly impasse…
Jaimie Johnsen
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