On Mute

Sun, 06/19/2016 - 20:37 -- kptml

When words become inexplicable

And the intangible void

Begins to tear,

A silent mourning 

Comes to rest within 

The heart

 

Except, suddenly, this silence

Is the only noise 

That won't leave

The loneliness alone,

The only noise

That refuses to 

Pause,

And the only noise

You wish to mute

 

This silent noise

Seems a paradoxal mixture

Of hope and

Unwavering defeat

 

It scratches into

Your ear a 

Desperate plead

Asking you to choose one:

 

Hope,

Which will warm you now

And allow your spirit

To die out slowly

 

Or defeat,

Which will swiftly

Crush and callous

Your bones without remorse

 

You must decide which is better;

The agonizing torture

Of hope,

Or the merciless choke

Of defeat

 

The more you pray 

To ignore the choice,

The louder the

Silence becomes,

Until no other vibrations

Can breach the muffling 

Of its yell

 

The decision buries you

More and more

Each day,

Until one morning 

You wake to find that 

Words have become inexplicable,

The intangible void

Has begun to tear,

And a silent mourning

Now lives within the pits

Of your heart

This poem is about: 
Me

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