Quiet places, empty spaces were all she sort
Noise in the city hurt her ears and shattered her thought,
Silence could no longer be bought. A little me time
Was impossible to find. Nowhere without music or a light that shines.
She ran up, up to the roofs. The light grew dimmer
A girl from the ghetto she scaled the walls
The higher she climb the more she was enthralled.
The lights were all tiny just like fairy lights
All looked pretty and sparkly in the night.
Even with her headphones on full silence
There was still no escape !
There was no where else to go
The sound of below hurt her ears so!
As she reached the very top here eyes wide
To the amazing view . “Stop the sound” into the wind she cried!
But it would not . It entered her head via her ears
It filled her whole body and agitated each one of her fears!
The lights sparkled and glimmered in her eyes
She wept and howled at the moon. No one heard as she cried.
Not one soul missed her, no one looked for her the next day
After her soul had given up and she was gone. Given up they’d say.
She had just stepped up to the edge stepped off and flown away.
Silence was the last thing she heard, divine nothingness, thankfully quiet.
Quiet beauty peace at last.
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