What I hate is the silence,
the quiet resistance like
an underground dungeon
where only the drips can
be heard and your voice
echoes back every time.
The silence and the thick
air weighs heavy between
you and I in this awkward dance
of death around this unnamed
thing that is getting in our way.
Silence it is and no words
spoken more than mere politeness
with even that now strained;
silence as the weapon to gain
an advantage but this is not war..
13/3/2022