Silence

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I wish silence was a gift
wrapped up in foil
dressed in a bow
and ready to go.
I wish I could inject silence
right in my bloodstream
and it would quieten my brain
let it rest once again.
Thoughts sometimes turn toxic
when they stay still
as they fester in the mind
unsaid, for a very long time.
Fumes of this fire
fill into my body
till my lungs ache
and beg for mercy.
I wish silence could kill
the ache in my lungs
and let me breathe in the safety
tucked away from my thoughts
this silence has left me.
I wish silence was a gift
but it isn't.
So I look for it in people.
To steal it and give it
till we're equal
on our pain scale
and our brain cells,
till we strike a balance.
But people are people
riddled with mistakes
and with sanity at stake
they fumble.
So the silence I took
without a second look
is too much for me
and too less for you;
I suffer watching you suffer.
I wish silence was a gift
so I could return it to you
watch it flow through your blood
till all that pain comes undone.

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