Silence

January 4, 2019

Great writers

Sit in silence

When they work,

And I

Am anything but.

Silence is madness.

He is the killer

In the night.

He is space,

And all that surrounds,

Slowly crushing

Everything he touches.

An unbearable holocaust,

You cannot escape.

Make your life loud.

Live with vigor and

Pure noise,

For it is all

That allows respite

Amongst a silent world.

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