Silent Beats

SILENT BEATS

Dead silence in the middle of the night.  It is still louder than I have ever heard at this hour.  All I can hear is the breathing beside me; I think how it has gotten to this point.  I used to know this rhythm, this low heartbeat used to sync with mine.  How this song is unknown to me, the lyrics aren’t clear, the drummer is off key.  No movements in the bed feel the same, a readjusting body loses its position and a mind wonders.  The silence increases.  My mind wonders to day long gone, sunlight, happiness and delight.  What we used to be and who we have become are two ends of the spectrum.  This endless night has not seen a ray of light in years.  Flashlights only lend false illumination to a room that is slowly darkening, to a heart that is sounding faintly, to a purpose that is no longer our own.  *Boom, Boom, Boom* goes the conga drum in this dark room.  Roll over, curl up, be fetal, it doesn’t get better than this after you have listened to this monotonous beat for as long as you have.  Getting out isn’t as easy as getting in at this point.  Close my eyes, breathe deep, and dream of those light days.  Rays of light warm me and this night has some hope.  The beat goes on.  The endless night continues.  Another movement.  Another hope.  Dead silence in the middle of the night.  Bearable.  Endless.

[This is an original work by Lewis Tedesco. All materials are copyright protected. Materials, in part or in whole, shall not be replicated without first the consent of the original author.]