Silence
Great writers
Sit in silence
When they work,
And I
Am anything but.
Silence is madness.
He is the killer
In the night.
He is space,
And all that surrounds,
Slowly crushing
Everything he touches.
An unbearable holocaust,
You cannot escape.
Make your life loud.
Live with vigor and
Pure noise,
For it is all
That allows respite
Amongst a silent world.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world