The Silence (a poem)

The Silence

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...
Consuming

All 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.