Silence

The silence seems to penetrate

The gaps inside my soul
Seeping into tiny fractures
Filling all minute holes

The opaqueness of the hollow
The vaccum of the void
The screaming of the empty air
The sanctity destroyed
 
Alone appears the constant
Alone appears the fact
Alone appears the future
There ain't no turning back

Jailed in a room of my making
Trapped chainless in despair
The windows may appear unbarred
Look closely. They are there.

For there are tick marks on the walls

Counting one day at a time

One for each that silence beckons

Each day an unknown crime

Alone appears the constant

Alone appears the fact

Alone appears the future

There ain't no turning back