I never knew silence could be so
Loud.
The emptiness reverberates
Off of every corner
Finding its way back to me.
It's an everlasting glass case
So fragile-
Broken by a single sound,
Yet thick enough to confine
Every single thought within it.
The vibrations in my ears
Scream out at me.
I try to cover my ears,
Muffle the sounds,
But I can't muffle what I cannot touch.
The noises in my head.
More than just voices.
The single drip of the faucet
Makes me flinch
As it pounds onto the surface
Of the sink.
I want to drown my thoughts.
Though the liquid that pools
Is not enough-- never enough.
Only enough to quench my thirst,
Not enough to overflow.
The air is more violent
Than any plea,
Than any storm,
Than any injury.
It lingers all around-
It's hands holding ropes that cross your neck,
Slowly pulling them tight
Until you gasp,
Desperate for the oxygen
That you feel is poison--
A poison you need to survive.
You can grasp at the ropes
But nothing is ever there.
No reigns to loosen
Only suffocation.
You can try to touch the
Air
But your hands flail in vain.
Desperate for survival,
Wondering why it has to be.
You cannot touch the
Silence.
Only allow it to surround you
Thicker than the water
That crashes in the sea.
Noisier, too.
Every sound is an
Earthquake,
Every breath an
Echo,
Every thought a
Tornado.
The very sound of a voice--
The softest of speech--
Causes pure trepidation.
The very feel of a touch--
The most delicate of love--
Causes pure fragmentation.
Alone.
The vacant winds howling
Through a cracked window
On a grey, gloomy day
Or a bright sunny blue.
Silence--
Both Pleasure and Despair.
I never knew silence could be so
Loud.
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Poems From Within These White Walls
PoetryFour walls, seemingly stable cracks running up and down their structure. I sit in silence and stare, dream, think. Four walls, seemingly stable slowly disarming me of my sanity.
