S i l e n c e.

S i l e n c e.

I can't stand the quiet.

It corrupts from within

It takes your whole being, screams through your skin

Wraps its intentions in lonely goodbyes

Suffocates words, to struggle, to die

Melts away letters, smudging the lines

Engulfing your mind with the emptiest sighs

Fighting the melody, destroying the cries

Enveloping an even more sinister kind

I crave its tranquility

But it cripples my mind

To sort through the madness

the chaos, the noise

It breaks my whole center, shatters, destroys

The little part left of me

Still breaking the sound

I cannot escape

or risk being found

I feel myself crack as I fold in compliance

Accepting the deafening, monstrous silence

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[emmajoy]

' It breaks my whole center, shatters, destroys ~ The little part left of me ~ Still breaking the sound ..'

What a superb poem. meter fine, emotions written distinctly but not ultra dramatically. You have amazing potential.. am so very impressed.