Silence

It’s silence that terrifies me, when my mind is left to its own devices. The soft whisper of self mutilating dreams, the crimson pass of lowered expectations. Silence. It’s a void, a terrible and infinite swarm of potential energy, that I can’t help but release upon myself. It echoes a cold and torrential pang; lonely and somber, a delicate bridge that forks between agony and serenity. Yet, I am always blind to the direction that I seek. So I scream inside myself, hoping to reach someone or something besides the absence. I achieve nothing, but the swell of temptation to strike a match and burn the bridge down. I’d rather see, and fight than crawl through this shattering facade with no sense of where I’m going. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.