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
Incarceration's thunder booms
Silence
I hate it
It is deafening
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