Listening to the silence drumming in my ears
the sounds of nothing, humming and droning
a perpetual dread.
A lonely song.
It has a sense of tranquility, really
the peace of being alone
the peace of white noise.
This is when I can hear my heartbeat
My own beat,
My own rhythm,
My own life.
Listening to the silence music of solitude
listening to the vibrations,
Feeling the footfall and the voices from the cracks
from under the floor
The sounds of screaming and death just beyond me
They’ve gone now,
Leaving a trail of blood and tears
in search for the minority-
Ripping futures from the children
Throwing the past into the fires;
But now that they’ve gone…
I’m left alone in my void-
My perpetual dread.
Alone in silence.
That is when the voices begin.