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,