Inescapable Quiet

The Silence was crushing.

The Nothingness weighing down on me in heavy folds.

I couldn’t even hear my own heartbeat.

Was I dead?

No, Death was painful, loud, feeling.

This was perfect Quiet.

Silence popping my eardrums.

Silence slapping me in the face leaving red marks.

Silence filling my lungs, suffocating me.

Silence drenching me in my own sweat.

Silence - Dreadful. Wonderful. Blank.

Author's Note

Need some help, it's missing something I just don't know what.

Reviews

[Dave]

The sound of silence. I think you did well in posing the question. Just how quiet is real silence? I like the resonance of this.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

I think you did well. You made the reader believe the words and thoughts. No waste of words and you led the reader to the dead-end. Thank you Mae for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote