Silence Preterition - For Contest

I don’t want to think of that silence Excruciating quietness and all that’s unsaid. That lone ticking clock speaks in the distance I don’t want to think as that silence is bled. Except for the silence, there is nothing to hear Too scared to speak for the fear of the sound. Maybe the hush is my cross to bear This deafening silence keeps bouncing around. How could you tell me that you wanted to leave? That thud from your drop now echoes throughout. Now this silence, is so hard to conceive Forever our sounds will go into drought. I so wish for noise; for what we had once I don’t want to think of that silence. Preterition - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sara Kendrick