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Beneath the Silence

It is not the fact that my mind

Won't ever shut up that bothers me. It the deafening silence beneath the noise

Under your words

Beneath my heartbeat Below the music If my mind didn't ramble On and on and on I might have to throw myself at your feet and beg

for mercy

For noise For a reprimand

and respite from the Silent purgatory

For as my heart beats Pumping necessary

Fluids

Gases

Nutrients So loudly the pulse Is a steel drum inside my ears Dancing on the silence In truth it is silent It no longer

cries yearns sings

For you for the world for myself

Because I've Seen too much Heard too little The lament of another soul Praising my existence Since you've gone so that now the Metronomic Incessant Comforting Tick tock tick tocking Of the clock is perceived in After instead of time

And still beneath the noise My heart Your heart

The World Is Silent.

Claire Henderson