Noise Poem by Ashvini Swamy

I raise my head against the wind…
The dampness caused me to stir
As I stumble out of my slumber
To find…
Tears on my pillow
Have I been crying yet again?

Pouring rain outside kept me company
Through its white noise I trace
The silence...so corrosive
Yet somehow enchanting
For it offered something that my mind did not

Chaos, the tempest that raged within
For no particular reason
Or is that reason enough
Drawing out from me each breath
Haggard and unsure

How can I resist the temptation
The lure of solace
A promise not to judge
Silence
Falling upon me
Dark, slick and warm
Asking no questions
Expecting none...

So I yearn for its soothing touch
For I am my worst enemy
Cruel harbinger of a sorry fate

The loser within whines again
Through the night and
Day after sorry day
He lacks the gumption
To salvage of what's left
Wreckage...
Designs of life
Gone terribly wrong

Yet nothing is being done
Why?
Cause I lay here
Ridged coffin
Warped within
Addicted to and
Still snorting on
Silence...