Posted by: Steven Harris | December 20, 2009

Silence

Silence

It’s like a roar in the head
Even though no source for it
Exists

No grizzly straddling prey
Giving voice to predatory
Triumph

No attack planes shrieking
Overhead, no shock and awe
Apparent

Not even the machinery of
Industry, deafening, productive
Enmity

Just the quiet tapping of
Keyboard fluttering out text
Whispers

And the turning page’s soft
Rustle, momentary blink of
Paragraphs

While the heart strains in
Vain to escape, break free of
Restraint

The brain calculates the price
Of it all, real and imagined
Penalty

It’s like a roar in the head
Breaking the quiet world
Apart

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