The Weight of Silence

A tower stands majestic and imposing seeming asleep for the night its silence weighing heavy, oppressive, like a pain that would not go away like a darkness that goes beyond the absence of light. In my sinking heart, I doze in twilight state between dreaming and waking - the privacy of it promises remedy for persistent feelings of anguish for losing an innate sense of balance like a tortured soul courting sorrows hiding behind unseen dark clouds unwilling to let go and let be. Shadows whisper in the stillness one can hear a mouse blinking in the dark. But I find no solace in the silence. Looking up is a death knell from light for the stars are dying, the universe a mystery, impenetrable, choked up with unbridled passions. Reason tumbles in a spit of craziness even as I let the pregnant silence linger a bit in bare tolerance, while the stars’ light disappear swallowed and swallowed as they die. @jjote 110121