Again, We Are Silent

Idle with a flood of thoughts,

words crawling up my throat.

A tedious journey it is

crawling along slowly.

Reaching jagged-edged teeth

they are taken aback.

Assured they were not prisoners

they give a friendly knock.

Awaiting, no response was given,

they knock again in vain.

Panic now began to spread,

slamming, throwing themselves against the teeth.

Alas! a response is awoken,

a serpent from under their feet,

rising up tall, paralysis engulfs,

one broad sweep and they are hanging,

Hanging but with little courage,

for under, the abyss awaits.

At last, a river of slim suddenly

takes them down to their fate.

again, they are silent.