Silence

If you want me

I’ll be sitting in the room.

You won’t hear me 

but I’ll be there.

Reading headlines

while I sip my tea.

Once in a bit 

I stop and stare.

Then I go back

to quiet little box.

Where I’ll feign

tranquility.

The inner me wants

to say just how I feel.

Just not sure

if I’ll ever relate.

How I dig my outer silence

What goes on just stays inside.

With no sound outside or in.

Wouldn’t even know where to begin.

Why would I break my silence?

Don’t want anyone coming in.

A restless world; churning.

Turning pages, passing time.

What I see;

loss of any sanity.

Fills me up and

I burn inside.

About time I stand

in this no man’s land.