Silence is my enemy

A true and worthy foe.

It reminds me of my pain,

And throws away my hope.

It enlists its deadly ally,

Darkness the one true fiend,

I’m cut off from my protectors,

Logic and Laughter fade.

Slicing through my chest,

I can feel silence’s blade.

I scream and rage against it,

I drown myself in sound,

But silence kills it all,

It traps and tortures me,

And I’m nothing but its slave.

I hate this silence,

deep and true,

It burns my soul,

Slicing through.

Everything I am,

And all that I will be,

Bows down to silence,

My own worst enemy.


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