Silence.

A piece by Four Leaf Kiddo

As still as a rock. 

As silent as a tree.

As blind as a mole. 

No movement, noise, or scene. 

Nothing to be perceived. 

Then it all happens at once. 

The Rock turns into suffocating gas. 

The tree screams and screeches. 

And the mole sees the unseen. 

Calmness turns into craziness. 

Into a whirling, unending storm.

And i’m in the midst of it all. 

Either trying to survive, 

Or turning into my own,

                                                     Whirling, screaming, agonizing storm.