What We Hear Poem by Kai Leah

Sitting here as I think and write words with meaning.
Tapping pens metaphorically; inside my head are jumbled thoughts.

Words leaping away in secret.

I search for meaning, for some kind of resonance but I still feel stuck from the beginning. I lie to stay awake, wisdom overcomes the brave.

I sit still, listening for silence. I'm deaf now, nothingness surrounds me, envelopes me. It's warm here.

I'm scared of the silence.