There is a Silence
There is a silence growing within me
Consuming my soul from within.
I open my mouth to speak
And my heart falters as bad as my stutter.
I take up the pen and the ink dries
And the page remains unstained
The keyboard sits quietly waiting
The click-clack longing to be expressed
But all I can do is stare into the silence
To say the words I should say
To those who need the words said
And there is only silence,
Dark brooding silence…
Evil consuming silence…
I know the silence is killing the poet within
I know the silence is consuming my soul.
Some days I want to scream to someone
Talk with me! Save me from the silence!
And thank them until dawn for saving me.
Other times I just want to fade away
And let the silence grow and fester
Until lungs do not move and the heart lies still
But I cannot… I cannot let it pass so easily.
Though I see myself the twin of the monster
His words beat true within my veins:
“Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish,
is dear to me, and I will defend it.”
