To Need Silence
The rushed beating of my heart
As I press my fingertips
Against intrusive thoughts and
Evil ideas which I
Can no longer control.
They’re louder than the words
That I know to be true,
Pounding against my temples
And humming in my ears
Without rest.
I wish for isolation.
When the moon rises, shimmering
Against my pale hands
I can breathe.
In the silence, I can finally hear
Truth against the hateful words
Which spew from my own mouth
And burrow into my ears.
In the darkness of my closed lids
I can see that which my racing heart
Wanted to ignore, and
I am able to slow
My thoughts
To a standstill.
The silence
allows me to
breath
And my fingers
fall limp
To drift
to my lap
In peace.