Poetry of the Anonymous

XXXVIII - Silence

The silence consumes me

It started in my mind

Now the icy waters of reality are up to my neck

I feel the voices haunting me

Always screaming of a distant future

Where truth can lie naked amongst the ashes of delusion

And the lies, like love, have amerced our arbitrary existence

Like a shell cast away from the sea

Thrown into the fires of its mind

All the inherent feelings of inadequacy

And dreams of a lost past

Passed all reasons for reason

And love of love