silence

Silence is creeping

It is haunting me

It sits on my chest suffocating

It throws my words into a bathtub filled with

water watching them drown

and all the while silence is smiling

as those last bubbles rise and pop

as sound loses itself

drop by drop by drop

Is silence cruel?

Is it a psychopath looking

for stimulation?

Is silence the surrounding gravity

that makes one hide within

a static shell?

If I could

I would look silence in the eye and

ask it

what it is and why it haunts

me

I would

Fight silence with a sound

Capturing it into a cage where I could

contemplate

At times when I should

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