Your Silence

Your silence Your silence wraps me like a worn blanket, thin and frayed, providing no warmth, no protection from the cold that invades my every pore as I sit here shivering with fear, questioning every shadow moving outside of the window, lurking, as if sneering at this emptiness drenching my soul with worry and doubt "So quiet that I might hear my own heart beat if it weren't broken" Lost inside these four walls, stained and patterned of past dreams, folding within the plaster nightmares My eyes wet, red and swollen, nervously seeking any minute reassurance, even the faintest of whispers that you are somehow with me as I listen, counting dust particles in the muted sunlight, cowering in this corner with only your silence echoing in my loneliness 5/12/2017 The Poet's Ache Greg Barden