7/30 WC: The Violent Quiet (poem)
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

The Violent Quiet
Sitting here, with my head in hands
listening to the voices upstairs
hearing the water running
footsteps
Sitting here, with mind on problems
wondering what these sounds mean
what this day claims
all is quiet, all of a sudden
Neck straight, head upright
feeling the force of time
unsure of myself
dropping this ‘self’
Open eyes, still body & relaxed
I crave the quiet
but mind distracted
start again
I consider the future
when all will be quiet
time will seem long and lonely
and life will have passed too fast, then slowly
I am without sense or reason
life is so fleeting
kids growing cause anger & fear
a lump in my throat, lonely in thought
Sitting here, with my head falling into my hands again
This silence can cause a violence in my mind
