Surface tension

Surface tension - pulsating -
across the barren mind.
A screw begins to turn itself
to loosen and unwind.

A creaking noise rattles Sense
berates it to its end.
and suddenly there is no sound
just silence - long and dead.

But silence screams at worried Ears
who look on tired souls.
And often outreached hands of Hope
extend towards their goal.

But salient is solitude,
in worlds of extraneous growth.

Tension loosens
screws in thought
but Screwdrivers
can't cope.