Silence

Silence is golden, Or so I've been told. But silence is not golden, No value does it hold. In the wee hours of the morning, Or late in the night, I feel the stillness around me, It's grip is so tight. When it is too quiet, And there is no one but me, I begin to hear and see images, That logically can not be. No familiar noises, To assure me it is false, Just the silence and those visions, Confirming my doubts. Life is too short, To have silence as a friend, When life ceases, There is only silence in the end.