The Deafening Silence

Some silence is deafening

Some silence feel vengeful and weakening

Some silence is like a thundering

That cuts the skies roaring

From which proceeds a lightning

 

Silence used to be quiet

Lying on the grassy hills

Under a starry night

 

But now it rips through my heart

And screams through my mind

No doubt it is more painful than a zillion pricks

 

Hark! The silence speaks

The silence builds and builds

The end of this is to pluck out the pins

So un-pluck these pins from my heart and skin

For your silence is an unbearable, purposeful sting

 

Done