Silence deafens
It screams at me from blank walls so I fill them with photographs
So they’ll seem less empty, and so will I
Silence welcomes
When the world is just too loud and too chaotic and too restless
And all I want in this moment is quiet
Silence echoes
From the depths of the empty beer bottles that line my bedside table
They promised fulfillment or at least escape the night before
Silence lies
It tells me that I am not good enough for a house filled with love
The kind that comes from the heart of a man
Silence comes
The moment I lay my child’s sleepy head to rest and surround her with pillows
So that she may never know
You stare with disdain, condemning me with your eyes
Never one word from my mouth, yet you assume who I am
Calculating, in your arrogance, the sorry tragedy I must be
A waste of life, surely, to find my existence among such chaos
You stare at the interlock in my car and say to yourself,
"Oh, she's one of.. those," and quickly look away
Casting me off into the abyss, and scoff as I land
In a heaping pile of meaningless, decaying rubble
An addict, sure, but what does that really mean?
Yet another excuse for pissing life away into a gutter?
Clearly you are the wiser; let's hear your reasoning
How one with "so much promise" could tu