Silence the sound of insanity

The sound of in differential familiarity leads to the silence of insanity

Distilled by the still of silence, the speechless voices

I feel frost bitten left without a spark nor a crutch

why has the noises come to a screeching halt.

Silence becomes something horrifying

something that only dwells inside of my worst nightmares

 I beckon for it to stop for there to be the slightest glimmer

or sign that the voices will come back then I will no longer

be lost inside my own sanity. After three days I am beginning

to feel the jitters, the withdraw of the sound

my senses miss the sounds that I have come so familiar with

the words that inspire and the voice behind them.