Silent

Like a feather drifting slowly
in the softness of a breeze
Like the creaking noise from steel gates
with their hinges dipped in grease

Like the stillness of a river
on a Sunday morning dream
Like a voiceless widow mourning,
wishing she could force a scream

Like the creeping of a burglar
on a frosty winter night
Like the darkness of a shadow
seeking shelter when it's bright

Like the heartbreaks that you find
Like the scars done to your mind