The quiet I yearned for
Has become
Deafening.
I don’t want to hear
What you have to say.
I don’t want to hear
My heartbeat.
I plug my ears
And close my eyes;
But the voices,
The images,
The memories,
Do not fade.
I don’t want to feel,
But I wish I were not
So numb.
I want care
Without hurting,
But my heart only knows
All or nothing.
And I cannot wonder
Anymore.
So it’s off.
Passion dissipates
And fades to gray.
I wish I could dream
In color, again.
I wish I could scream
Or cry
Or smile,
But this night’s silence
Speaks.
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