Silence Poem by Nick Downer

i cannot sleep because of the silence.
the darkness gives a voice,
but its not one i want to hear
and then, its a wonder why im crying
if my tightly sealed mouth causes me to flinch
cuz there's no where else
for the pain to go but through me.
i want to open my mouth,
i want to scream what i am thinking
but am so afraid to that i keep quiet myself
until i build enough courage
to say something,
even the smallest of the things i am thinking,
and then, upon the impact of silence,
i wish i could immediately swallow it.
i think its better to wonder
what impact what i say might have,
then to see that, it has no impact at all.
silence.
is it because you have nothing to say,
or is it that what you would say
would just hurt?
or maybe its because you
dont know how badly i want to hear you say
something. anything.
silence,
such a sought after solitude for most,
turns into fear in me
and creeps around inside me.
maybe im crazy
but is it crazy to just want to know the truth?