Silence.
It's a weird thing
Because what we define as
Silent
Isn't really silent at all
You can still hear
Tapping
Of shoes to an unknown beat
Scratching
Of pencils on paper
Shifting
Of restless bodies in seats
Squeaks
From desks so very old
Crinkling
From paper being moved
You can hear a
Chorus
Of breaths all around
Engines
Of the care venturing to places far and wide
Groans
Of the heater working away
And you can still hear
Every goddamn cursed thought
Every scream of agony
Every screech of fear
Every insult they growl
Every taunt
In your head it is everything but
Silent
Because you see
Silence
Isn't really silent at all
Silence
Is really so very loud.
