Wednesday, May 16, 2012


It is the silence that kills you
That never ending drone of nothingness
That fills your head as you walk and talk
Crowding out all other thought
Save what now do you use to fill the void

Seagulls screech above the choppy waters
Of Newark Bay voices extinguished,
As are the truck horns and the truck bumps
And the distant roar of approaching jets
The phone that rung so often in your pocket
Has been absolved, a useless piece of plastic
You carry around for nostalgic sake

You are a sponge inside sucking up all
To leave only the ache of silence inside and out
Forever seeking fulfillment
You know your mind will never find.

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