Mindful silence

Is the silence terror
or that sneaky mind
neither figure which
nor the answer why?
those tics of the clock
with uncanny silence
like a vent of horror
with passing time
the drops of water
of the leaking pipe
like drowning dreams
in a flood of fright
strong blames the mind
and some say the silence
with a deafening sigh
roaring mind never stops
silence it's perfect lullaby
so i choose none
as silence comforts,
the drifting mind
to a perfect solace
and a renewed life.

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