Silence

[Aish]

“Even the silence isn’t yours anymore
here, where the millstones have stopped..."
G. Sepheris


Let what I am telling you
have some sense,
when this world is For me the poem began here. It is an excellent, original image.
a pleat
of your midnight shirt

and my voice – so hollow
and empty.
I am writing out long lines
with the words which I do not know. "the" and "which" are erroneous, and detract from your diction.
And then
everything is
erased. Wonderful ending. I believe the last three lines could be set apart as an individual strophe.