Silence

                                Of

                                   The

                                        Night

Megan Collier

December. 9.2011

They do not speak,

                              Dark peculiar figures materialize.

Evasive,

           They hold a vague secret,

        Concealed beneath their opaque coats.

They glare down at me as if I am a convict on lockdown,

And recoil as I close in.

They do not speak,

         Terror appears in their eyes.

I have breached their shield.

And they flee from the scene,

                     As if they have committed a heinous crime.

They do not speak,

                         They can not hear.

                                          They have disappeared,

         Gone,

Into the black veil,

              That is the night.

           They do not speak,

Because they are not here.

I am deserted.

       I feel forlorn,

                           Perplexed,   

                                         Daunted.

Leaving my prior knowledge,

                                             Scattered,     

                                                           

                                                            I walk away.