I hate silence     Silence   I hate it   It is deafening     To confront   Selves  normally hidden    Now disclosed by the   Absence of noise     Ego dreams haunt my waking   Don’t leave me with me   I would rather have sounds   Of someone else      I drown in them   The rising tide creeps upward   Clinging to my throat   And I can’t breathe     Carnal ruminations    Hide deeper longing   And this salacious hunger   Swallows my imagination     When outside volume turns down   The inside volume blasts   Thwarted by thoughts   Murdered by musings     Rage fantasies hem me in   Circling like soldiers   Prison guards approach  Incarceration's thunder booms     Silence   I hate it   It is deafening