A Poem To You

Silence

You can say it's quiet,

Though through my mind sound amplifies,

Louder and louder and louder, as the children of tomorrow run in circles happily,

Singing songs of the past.

When a hush falls over the town,

Fear spreads like a blanket,

Or a hot knife against butter smeared across warm, toasty bread.

I may be crazy, but aren't you crazy for thinking such a thing,

as I think the same as you?

Hell, maybe we're all crazy, and we're too skittish to admit it.

Being scared is everyone's worst fear,

And most people fear saying it.

You can't run, you can't hide,

There is no escape from your own shadow.

I toss and turn in my bed sheets, as nightmares consume my soul,

As I picture death and harmony all together,

For the real pain inside is the silence.