Silence

A Poem by Jamie

Lonesome blues

SILENCE

Quiet stalks these four walls, no sound breaks,
A cell of lonely silence creeping against the soul.
No sound breaks, not even wind, only stillness;
What does silence bring on its haunt?
Seclusion, melancholy, sadness and fear.

Silence is an anytime stalker, unrepentant in its quest,
A lone voice of shadowed regrets whispering unheard truths.
Voices not heard with ear, but with subconsciousness,
Time drags slowly as silence crawls its lonesome path.

Silence; the befitting partner of the hollow dark,
Quiet as a hallowed, dank, and dishevelled catacomb;
Your hearing is perfect, but there is nothing to hear
Sitting, watching, waiting, wondering, wanting.

The mind meanders, catching sounds that aren’t there;
Imagination catches on a faint envisaged whisper,
Hope ebbs away on a tide of monotonous hush
Silence is a sound, the hated sound of one alone.