Dark greens and browns surround me
while the silence suffocates me
as if a singular noise would break me.
Wind rocks the brown beneath me.
I grasp the black ropes at my sides
to try and stabilize myself,
but they only flutter helplessly
throwing my balance off.
The smell of fresh water wafts through the air
meeting the silence in a battle it can’t win.
The day breaks
creating shades of greens, blues, and golds in the darkness,
but still silence prevails.
I just want it gone,
so I let out a scream.
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