I hate this screaming silence

That prevails every day.

I hate how we can find

No more words, as if our

Pens and tongues have run dry forever.

Reminds me fleetingly of another time

But that was a different silence,

Long since forgotten.

This new silence is a fresh wound,

Slowly growing deeper, the blood seeping from it-

I wish I could pick up

The remote control of life

And hit rewind,