The evolution of perspective, the chronicling of journeys, and a series of overwhelming thoughts.

seven

In dead silence there is a sound,

noiseless yet profound.

deeds provoking, not quite just,

from tainted minds that think

we must

 

What a precious gem if ever caught.

the divinity of thought.

To control one human heart,

takes a thing not quite smart.

 

In the caverns of darkness stands

an element with strict demands,

whose jaws will tighten on lies

and wrench the truth 

from its disguise.

 

In seven's silence there's a sound.

holy, most profound.

The numbered reckoning of days

that terminate unknowns foulest ways. 

 

 

 

Olivia Green