The heavy silence begins

Following the crisis

That unearthly quiet starts

When a mind stops

Haunting your being

Quite an eerie feeling

Taunting the throng

Without a warning

It attacks your mind

Like no other kind

Bitter to the rind

Leaving you in a bind

It creeps in darkness

Where it thrives

As sharp as knives

It hits as it aims

There is little retreat

Or path to beat

If success is met

Quiet will repeat

The time to think

Or even to drink

Go to the clink

Or over the brink

Quiet is the load

Along our road

It’s presence rued

Or maybe pursued

No enemies lie there

For us to fear

Only what we bear

Is in that bare lair

An uneasy loss

Of time and bliss

Is found in silence

Of the uneasy darkness