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Silence

Silence.

The wee hours of the morning.

Pressing.

On my chest as they go by.

Darkness
Perfect blackness like I need,
yet something keeps me staring to the sky

Silence
Not the ticking of a clock
Nor the humming of appliance
Not the sounds of passing cars

Stillness
Entombed in my silence
Yet still sleep evades my heart

Bed, sofa, hammock,
it doesn't matter where I lie,
I lie alone tonight as always
wondering when, and asking why.
This hell I know as wakefulness
Surrounds me as I die
to the cares of all that's pounding through my head and through my mind,
to the wondrings of my life and circumstances as they apply

Silence!
I scream for my thoughts to be still!
Question,
There's no answer, while alone, they never will.
Written by Ilphdril
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