The silence is loud
The silence is deafening
If I dare say the silence is threatening
The silence is screaming
It is so loud
I can't hear myself think
Or maybe I can
Maybe it's my thoughts overlapping
It's overwhelming
The silence
It drives my thoughts
It's in my mind
Seeping through the only place I am in control of
But not anymore
The silence has taken over
I am no longer at peace
I have loss control
It's everywhere
The silence
I lie in my bed
I squeeze my eyes tight but it's too late
It's already here
I am not alone anymore
But this is not the companion I had hoped for
It's much more than that
It's scarier than the demon under the bed
Or the monster in the closet
It is the silence
More powerful than it's greatest opponent
At the snap of my fingers it is broken
But wait
Hush
The silence isn't finished yet
Be quiet!
The silence wants back in
The silence
About the Creator
Alycia Sulieman
Aspiring writer and poet. “We are writers, my love. We do not cry. We bleed on paper.” -a.y
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