Silence is golden
Seen and not heard
Silence, silence, silence
The unnerving quiet of the roar in my head
Nothing, and I set it against
The silence of an afternoon spent in the sun
Or dancing to the rainstorms
And listen to the thunder of emotions
Can you hear my scream for help?
Or is it lost, like me
In the horrid gap between my ears
The bottomless pit
Charybdis of the soul
Needing so much, giving so little
Nothing but pieces and fragments
Nothing but nothing.