Deafening silence.
Can you hear that?
A blow, a whisper of breath, a siren?
But there are no sirens.
Streets filled with an absence of sound.
They lay untouched.
Their purpose unfulfilled.
A city crumbles under the weight of nothing.
There's nothing stirring, homes hushed.
The only thing to be heard,
the only movement seen,
the only thing outside the safety of their houses,
are footsteps.
I enjoyed this poem. I thought the use of repetition for effect was particularly good.
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