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Silence


There’s a suffocation,

condemnation,

when all you hear are foul thoughts.

To hear them all destroying you,

despite all that you’ve sought.

Louder, louder,

yes they roar.

They drown my pleas,

please no more.

The ground is shaking,

walls they crack.

Is everyone deaf?

I envy that.

 

Plugs in,

world out.

Silenced are those screams and shouts.

I know no failure,

I know no pain.

I have my scars,

but from here I gain.

The sounds of my generation,

no longer are my dreams far flung.

I can’t recite the periodic table,

but I have lyrics seared upon my tongue.

 

There was a suffocation,

condemnation,

echoing in a mind filled with violence.

Now there are plugs of sanity,

though there is sound,

I bask in silence.

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DeceptiveCheese

Constantly torn between my need to feel like I'm living my life right as an upstanding citizen and by my primal monkey brain need to run away and live in a tree with the fairies.

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