Quietude

Hard, cold, unyielding

companion to Solitude

of my own making

... swallows me whole

ringing, always ringing

drowning my heartbeat

... slams the door

pushes my face to the wall
until I can’t breathe

... throbs inside my head

gently hammering my thoughts away

until there is nothing.

1st three lines written tonight

The rest on April 12, 2012
(The Silence)