Quiet Time

What would I need?

Trapped on an isle

with no one to exceed

a want or a need

except for me?

The only desire I would need to feed

Is the will to survive

Without the whisper from another soul

Or the buzz from the hive.

A will to live and thrive.

To coincide

With the silence.

It would be easy to do without the news

the hatred, the violence,

the political parade,

A lack of financial aid,

This noisy charade of a social graces

Brought to you faces on a screen.

Commanding how things should be

Heard or seen.

I wouldn’t need this to survive.

With radio silence, I’d thrive.