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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