There is silence ….
Comforting and pacific,
the sort born of familiarity and contentment,
a still balm on the soul of its occupants;
twins in a womb
embraced by unspoken understanding and
congenial acceptance
… and then there is Silence
Deafening disconcerting and calamitous
Filled with a kinetic lethal psychic noise
Ripe with fears spawned from the unknown;
an endless abyss of cerebral monstrosities,
creeping, lithe and sharp things
crawling from the dark side of
Pavlovian lessons learned unintentionally.
Sitting in proximity, yet worlds apart
I can’t help but wonder,
mental fly swatter in hand,
… which silence is This?
