The Silence.

It's deafening.

It's maddening.

It leaves volumes in its presence and

It's getting louder and louder and...

Surely you can hear it? Crack

We go on

Living, speaking, pretending,

But it’s not working.

The unsaid is not going away,

The unspoken is not staying hidden,

And its presence is so tangible in the air

You might as well be ignoring the very air you breathe,

And it’s so real you can almost touch it...

But why can’t you see it? Crack

Look it's...it's like a vase with a huge crack,

And it’s slowly seeping through the plane like a disease

Crack...

Everyone can see it but no one is talking

Crack...

And it’s breaking, and crackling, and splitting through me,

Crack...

and I just can't take anymore...

Crack...

until...

Crack Crack Crack

The vase shatters.

It lays in pieces but please,

This isn’t kintsugi, and once I shatter

I can’t be put back together again.

So please tell me you can hear beyond the silence?

But only when it's late can the silence be heard

Still, the glass is swept aside to the growing pile

And the silence continues.

The silence...

Why can’t anyone stop the silence?