into the forbidden silence
the sound resistors creep away
from the ear plugged sound enslaved
buyers of trifles and lies.

There are dangers down here
the least of which is the sound thugs.

Madness lurks
beneath the soundless branches
where no noise stands
‘twixt the accusatory voices
of the mind and sanity:

“You should have...”

“why didn’t you…”

‘…tell her.”

“hold him…??

"Coward!”

“Failure”

the voices scream...

there is never time for a
reasoned retort.

the jabs are
sudden
cowardly
frequently self inflicted,
often with a grain
of truth

no wonder we turn to
opiates,

shallow religion,
frenetic business,
loud music,

to silence that
which
cannot be silenced.

others turn to narcotics
or politics
or business
only to find
no answer there.

the only answer
is to sit in silence
and in silence wait
until the voices stop