Silence. 

The soft whisper of nothing. 

When you are deaf to the sound of the shadows, 

Is when the shadows finally come out. 

They whisk and whirl with an evil presence at the awaited silence. 

They know that we are unaware of what's around. 

They know what we are feeling. Sadness and doubt.

They hear our thoughts, 

But we can't hear them talk. 

The situation is unfair, the shadows having an obvious advantage. 

Over what? What do these shadows have over us? 

Everything, because they are us. 

The are the inner feelings. 

They stir nightmares and stop the dreaming. 

But how do we stir the dreaming and stop the nightmares? 

How do we stop the silence? 

Hello! What do you think of this poem? Let me know! I hope you are doing as much as you can for others! Til next time! -Jess