With every fiber of my being
I dread the absence of sound
A menacing blanket of darkness
That cannot be seen or found

It wraps itself around me
It cuts off all living things
I truly dislike the silence
And the loneliness it brings

Its presence produces fear
My only wish to end it now
I need to run from silence
It is equal to death somehow

No laughter to make you smile
No music to soothe the soul
I avoid the emptiness of silence
For each moment takes its toll

Pressure comes from all sides
Until it is difficult to breathe
I push away the heavy silence
Determined to make it leave

Lisa Jo Ewert
Copyright© April 2002

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