Monday, September 14, 2009

In the Silence.




In the silence, I can hear
whirrings of the gear
that is sort-of around my ears.

In the silence, I don't see
how anyone can't see thru me
and see the urgent need to flee.

In the silence, no chaos here
the existence of nothing to fear;
maybe is why i feel so queer.

In the silence, a pulse rings
thru my head and sings;
making me imagine things.

In the silence, seeking noise
joys and different toys.
It's the silence that annoys.


1 comment:

Cindy said...

This is just fantastic! ...seeking noise joys and different toys....Love it! Thanks for sharing!