Deep, dark, deafening silence hovers around me-
Next to the hair on my arms, standing upright-
Just like visions in the eyes of cataract patients,
Stopping the clock.
In this wholesome emptiness, my heartbeats
f r e e z e .
It is so silent in this big town of little people.
I turn back to school days of “silence please”
And my veins rush with blood oh
How was there a dire need for what
Now carves homes out of nothingness
I see hollows of abysses in the holes of my room
I wish rats would house or
vultures would feast because
These spaces have housed inside
Silence permeates through wall and skin.
Silence permeates through skin
Walls keep breaking down before my eyes.
Stop them before I carve my own kind of sweet hell.
To everyone out there: I am okay.
In a train of thoughts I tracked through what silence could mean for some particular characters in my head and that simply took a dark turn. I really enjoyed discovering the topic of silence through this poem today and I would want to do more of these soon. Sorry for posting after so long. I want to post more often this summer. See you soon!