Afraid of Noise and Silence
Bang! Goes the door.
Crash! Goes the gate.
Ding Dong! Goes a bell.
Sounds filled with anger and rage.
Trembles run down my body,
Whimpering and yelping in fear.
Cold sweat dripping... Drip. Drip.
What do those sounds mean?
Flight or fight?
What should I do?
Rooted in place, unable to breathe.
Bang! Crash! Ding Dong!
A call back to reality
Flee!
Stumbling and tripping in haste
Run away with my head down.
Silence!
So quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Waited with bated breath.
Silence filled with vengance
Anticipation rising.
Counting the footsteps.
Hearing everything in the distance.
Heart pounding in my ears.
Silence broken with glares
Filled with hate
Deafening silence
Fragile and delicate
Worried to breathe too loud
To make a noise and disturb the heavy silence
Fear of what the climax will bring
Fear of harm and danger
And so...
Living in fear of noise and of silence
Fire and Ice?
Or Noise and Silence?
Both destructive
Both chaotic
Both disastrous
Both exhasuting
Some fear silence
Others fear noise
But I, having lived in fear of both
Say both are enough to kill your soul and spirit
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