quiet

melancholy soliditude, calm isolation

and i felt the quiet within, without

a chirp of the creature's wing

i stood in the dead quiet- the piercing silence in my head

lingered and rang louder more

why was i so

calm?

why was i so

content?

i live idle

i am the stranger of this roof

ive severed

the ties between my blood and i stand

new fresh

to make my beginning

on my own, in the little dim light

i felt the deathly silence within

and i, i was okay i dare say

silence is their answer-silence is their love

or-

isolation is my lesson

screams have been mine

i stand so far away in my little lightless corner

-ive made a bed for myself

perhaps their love was once warm

and perhaps they sent it

but when traveled through my still, frozen air,

their little red message cooled to icy grey and died

before it received me.

perhaps it was a cloaked message

beaked by the cruel screaming crow

that i so frightfully

hissed his leave

and thus never knew the true message contained in the shrewd thing's paper.

i am my silence

they once called to me

from the bright halls

calling for me into the void i prisoned myself in

but when i ignored fixing me to gleefully join

they slammed the door closing off their light

protecting its contact to me

to live further in the sun

while i

while i feel my cold surrounding me moreso

in this frozen grey room of mine

in this eternal ringing silence

seeing their glee shine from

under my own quiet, shut door.

Author's Note

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