Silence
Cut down, pushed down, thrown down
a spastic reaction, a commandeering confection of a bully
Crashing.
Down.
What is silence.
To be torturted by it. Nay but nay.
What is silence.
The gift of tongue forcibly ripped, defiled from the frame, literally silenced.
What is silence.
Lover castigating your soul's breath, making it trivial as a reminder of your "place."
What is silence.
But of water squelching on the fires of passion, on the passion of devotion on the devotion of IT.
What is silence.
A self made prison of barbed-wire and chain linked fence, where the tulips grow outside the unlocked gate.
What is silence.
Is it found in the twisted torment of a childhood bound by scars, lashings, and pleasurably guilted sex scents?
What is silence.
Is it the empty "home" with blood stains strewn across the idyllic curtains
and
fallen photos staring into the loathsome Nothingness upon its walls?
What is silence.
Is it the noose around the neck of the body whose burden is too much to bear?
What is silence.
What is silence?
Is it madness? Is it peace? Is it revolution? A time of contemplation?
What is silence?
It is tethered by invisible strings that flow from Genius, to fingers, onto the page.
It is the feeling of rage, hate, love, kindness, peace, swelling tearfulness, & desire to be alone - in a single moment?
What is silence?
Is it in the mindful spaces between the pauses and screams?
Between the sirens, flashing lights, the tireless infant and the paranoid lover incessantly battering?
It is found in the quiet, panted inhalation of the willful submersion.
It is found upon the bitten brim, invisible beside the flesh eliminated
It is found in the shards of the forsaken heart anesthetized through decades.
It is found in her Mind, that despicable self-disdain, to allow such subjugation.
It is found in the shards of the forsaken heart anesthetized through decades.
It is found in her Mind, that despicable self-disdain, to allow such subjugation.
When did the Uninvited silence, Silence me.
© 2014 Silence - DNKG
