Sounds filled my ears, piercing the silence,
Rushing blood to my head, and awakening
Senses which lay dormant, peaked to explode
In a fury of love and hate and recklessness.
Can you hear the sound of silence?
Of Fear? And dim hum of a ventilation machine?
The grieving of an acquaintance sitting distraught
At what the future will behold.
Thoughts filled my head- How? Why?
Dropping and flowing through the
Conscious river on tides of desolation
Lapping at the banks of broken dreams.
But its not the sound of silence or
The constant muted void which proves
Itself a completed recollection to me,
It was my job. My words.
Her face and tears when
I broke the news on that cold September day
A day she’s never escape, always scream about.
And my life seemed to stop for a moment
Before her tears became fountains of woe
And everything I’d done or said
The false ideas of hope
Were washed away in the river of tears.