Silence

Silence is deafening when I'm alone

The hum of nothingness's tone

Not a pin drop nor a mouse's scurry

Not a scraching or a tapping to be heard

The sound is frightening,

Like a sentence of torture.

Like the walls are closing in,

And you've been bound in the center.

The sound is always with you,

Even if you were never alone.

It's quieter then a whisper,

But becomes louder than any sound.

It's like the walls can whisper,

But scream when you come around.

This sound can make you wither away,

But it's become my only friend for now.