The Silence

Written March 12th 2007

A quiet, suffering, dampened madness.
Not a direct outburst of chaos.
A still, icey pool, dripping with your rippling
Presence,
Not a boistrous, thrashing ocean reflecting
On our past.
A distant shimmering moon.
Pale and sick.
Not a burning passionate sun,
Incinerating my paranoia.
Not a star in the sky.
Not a melody that does not haunt,
Always tearing, nagging, filling my chest with
Dull, aching pain.  
Squeezing the tears from my eyes.
Cutting me. Always cutting me.
Killing me.
Killing me.
Killing me.
A sharp breath laced with stinging, red skin
Oozing my implosion,
Eight days since you left.