Sometimes quiet is violent At least that's what I tell myself when it gets too silent Silence Silence echoes around me Amplifying all of the thoughts I leave unsaid. Sometimes, I wish that I were dead. Anything to stop the chaotic noise inside my head. Silent. And I keep my mouth close cuz if anyone knows they'd be too concerned for me. They'd be watching me and I'd never get to breath They'd never get to sleep. So I contribute to silence, violence as the thoughts pierce my mind like a gun. I could run. But I can't hide. So I lie, say I'm fine, and keep this world war inside.
Silence can be overwhelming. I felt the silence after my husband passed away six years ago. Sometime, I'll post a poem about it. I've recovered. I've found love again. But I remember the silence. Paul Simon, one of my favorite singers/story teller/poets, sings The Sound of Silence.
A chaotic mind that never rests. Must be exhausting and yet you carry on regardless. Tranquility is a must for me. Difficult to find , but I do find it and it's worth searching for.