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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.
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.
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