The Silence
Oh god, the silence
It wasn't that bad at first
The Silence, that is
Merely a quiet buzzing in the
background
But now
Now it is a deafening scream
I don't know when it became like this
I suppose...
I suppose it got louder and louder with each day
Did I not notice?
How could I have possibly not noticed?
Was it so subtle,
So miniscule of a change from day to day
That I didn't pay mind to the slowly but ever increasing volume of the air around me?
I remember,
I distinctly remember,
It being there
Yet I don't know when or why it became so large
So...
ConsumingAll I know now is that it's here
And it's loud
Dear lord, it's loud
I want it to stop
I'm pulling my hair and rubbing my ears raw
But it won't stop
For the love of god, I'm sitting here curled up in a ball like a child afraid of the dark
But a child can escape the dark
All it must do is call for its parents or turn on the light
But how
How do I escape this irrepressible and totalling Silence
When no noise can even begin to equal it
How do I halt this Silence
This Silence which is driving me insane?
I have no idea
And that
That is more terrifying than anything I have even known.
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The Silence (a poem)
PoezieJust a poem I wrote after reading a particularly muse rousing fanfiction. Hope you enjoy! :)