the silence

the silence
that surrounds me now
pierces into
my heart

and my very soul

the path
i once walked upon
so assuredly

is forever changed

what now
is normal?
what now
is good?

what life
is calling?

i do not know

nothing
is heard

nothing
but the blinding
screams

of silence

(gone)

silence

how tired you must be

of the clouds that move

across her face

when you barely whisper her name

how patient you must be

to endure the wary looks 

she gives you

when you gently take her hand

the beauty 

inside

must be worth the darkness

outside

or you wouldn't be so near

what does she fear?

why does 

silence

follow her every step?

is she 

really worth

the mystery

or should buried treasures

remain 

underground?