Silence
Is craved by some
Is what others are terrified of
Because just as the sea crashes against the shore,
Silence brings things
Things that are known and kept
Only at the back of one's mind,
Neither seen nor heard
It is what drives one mad.
Slowly, quietly.................
When in silence one is forced to think
.
Thinking brings ahead memories,
Some hurt others abandoned
But in a way it is worse than torture,
Because then at least you can blame another
But surely if you are mad,
The only one to blame is oneself?
Silence is loud
Silence is terrifying
Yet it is sweet and fills ones needs
Silence is feared
Silence is craved
Yet not one day goes without its company,
And as one writes about silence,
There is a noise of the pencil,
Yet there is always a silence,
If you look beneath the noise,
It is there soft and quiet,
Yet loud and serene.
You cannot escape it,
Much as you try
The world is noisy
But it is always silent.
