Monday, September 7, 2009


Away from all the eys,
Paranoia gulps in a shaky breathe.
The clockwork in my mind winds down,
from a speedy whine to a jewelery box's soft twinkle.

Appearance and inhibitions disappear,
as I sink into the comfort of satisfied silence,
my kindest and most needed friend.
Silence, In where I'll never have to watch my back.
Never have to debate my time, or prove my character.
In the silence I can survive.
not oppressed to just a part of a big picture.
In the silence, I am alive.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem. Some wonderful lines. I feel the same way in silence, though perhaps for slightly different reasons. It's so easy to relax and just be in silence. Silence drowns out all the noise of the world.