The Silence

The silence comes before noon, when no one else is awake.
No one to tell your stories to. No memories to partake.
That one idea that you had will be lost and fade away.
It's just you in your thoughts, expected to start the day.
Shuffling around through filth and clutter.
Yes you wrinkle your face and shudder.
You would cry for help, but bare no other.
The day drags on with little to pass the time.
Several people shuffle through your mind.
Busy with their own lives, they lack the time.
You are responsible, you understand this.
 You once again face the silence.
And when you are alone in your bed with nothing, but failure to comfort you.
The silence will be the one friend who comes through.