Monday, February 1, 2010

The Silence

In peace and quiet voices sound,
The endless depths of nothing pound.
My eardrums burst, while windows crack.
The sound of silence hits and hacks.

In nothingness I hear the noise:
Erupting calm and boiling lull.
The emptiness destroys all thoughts,
Destroys all chance to think and mull.

The sound - sweet sound - of breath will save
me. Interrupting tortured sleep.
And silence shall not overcome me;
No longer shall you make me weep.

But still, I must admit to you
The twists and turns that silence drew.
My suffering has long been sheathed,
As long as silence lets me breathe.

-Phil

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