silence

Emptiness is never empty,
for silence lurks within.

The sound of thunder echoes through the room,
backed by the cold air lingering all around.
Silence then comes creeping in,
between interval rumbles of the sky above.

Recalls a time in an abandoned room,
with sealed windows and closed doors.
Silence then has filled the little enclosed world,
its strong presence consuming every sound made.

I once felt that silence was loud,
literally breathe taking even for a short instant.
But could it just be the reminiscence
of an internal struggle with silence.

Sometimes hiding behind all other sounds,
seeping in when it finds the chance to.
If only one would stop and really listen,
then would one know than it is all around.