Reluctant Sentinel

Neither want

nor need

nor think you deserve;

Simply be...

exist and observe.

The child in the corner sees all.

This Silense...

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?