Walls.

Alone at home, silence pronounces
the wound,
Drown out by music, loud and
angry to keep these
feelings at bay,

Distant echoes hold the head
under seige,
bombarding the barrier seeking
a crack for silence to seep
through,
One may be lonely, but sometimes
so is two,

It was all a dream, reality
bites,
but the soul fights and screams
for the return of
the dream,
More time asleep, permanent
sleep,
So deep as to never touch
silence again,

Yet here it remains,
barriers, restraints, to
keep the demon of silence
at bay,
to keep that sinking crippling
feeling away...
-END-
D.C. Chapman
6/22/2011