Silence

I feel hollow
Just a simple walk
To a lovely old
Antiquated postbox
Surrounded
By the innocence  
Of nature
Then a white transit van
And a yell of abuse
Kills the benefit
Iv'e just enjoyed
The melodic birdsong
Is silenced
The trees sag
The flowers droop
My return view
Of the azure ocean
Glimmering on the horizon
Becomes dull, and listless
It's now 4:28am
At 4:40am
A motorbike roars past
Accompanied by a screeching seagull
I could
Would
Scream
But prefer instead
Silence