Silence

The darkness consumes my soul like an eerie black wooded green The smug, moist air masks my senses The chirping, mischievous sounds prick my ears The dark sky eludes me from the truth, but most of all The silence is what draws it near. Similar to an unwelcome companion, I cannot ride myself of this shadow When I find myself alone it becomes thorny to control. It knows how to navigate its way through the depths of my soul, blackening my insides The silence is what draws it near. At that very moment my thoughts no longer reside as my own I lose all ambition, and perspective on the promises I have made I become engrossed in the past and the impurity of myself My mind is a desolate forest with no sign of vivacity or time The silence is what draws it near. I ponder over disrupting the silence Destroying it once and for all No somber emotions would be unveiled Like the leaf of dying tree I will be forgotten, and soon after another will take my place My purpose is uncertain, unattainable, and unfeasible as these thoughts relentlessly stab my mind. My hollow existence has destroyed what once could have been, and the silence has forever taken over.