Silence surrounds me, silence
as emptiness, silence as distance,
silence as invisibility that I feel
but others do not know or see.
The usual ways of being are
there to maintain the silence like a
cloak put on so that the flesh under
cannot be seen, even as it feels.
Do I shout into the silence and
say that all is not well, all is just
the loneliness of the heartless beat.
of absence that shapes my world?
Silence may surround me but I will
not give in to its suffocating wal|s
that would take me to a personal hell,
for I choose to be in a place of noise.