The Indifference of Silence

Finally . . .
I sit in the midst of silence . . .
and silence resides in the midst of me

I strain to hear
the nothingness . . .
and it comes over so clear

All promises lay asleep
in their coffins . . .
covered in stone and time

This empty blackness
comes complete . . .
stealing whatever sanity there is left in me

Here in my equilibrium there are no
days or weeks . . .
just the certainty that no one speaks

Come hungry darkness . . . never to be satisfied
For you swallow eternity
still there is nothing inside

The indifference of silence bends over to kiss me . . .
cold blackened lips . . . whispering . . .
"There is no certainty"