Silent Spaces – Day 59, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

So silent.
The only thing audible are the lights that stay on,
Out of my control.
Nothing can be heard beyond the entryway.
Soundproof.
Just what a poet desires…

The bittersweet sounds of nothingness combined with each cry from my inner-child is,
Something to behold.
A joyous occasion experienced once in a blue moon,
For a soul searching for,
Space…

Space from a world seemingly unable to shut it’s cantakerous mouth.
Seemingly unable to walk by fences without rattling an object against them.
Seemingly,
Too busy,
Shouting compliments at itself it doesn’t even believe…

But,
I’m stuck.
I’m stuck without many places to go to,
As every soundwave intrudes a set of eardrums deafening by the day,
Asking myself,
“Isn’t it a good thing,
Anyway?…”

To hear less,
Of what rips my heart into microscopic pieces?
To tune out the screech of torment attempting to implode walls in my mind I board up,
Preventing demons from entering?
After all,
It’s all I want,
As I sit on my chair at work while writing a poem in solitude I can’t seem to find anywhere else nowadays…