Silence Poem by Nicola Thoner

It could drive you mad.

Sitting alone in a dark room

with nothing but whispering thoughts,

spinning webs in your mind.





Time is passing

And each second brings you closer

to the sound of screaming chimes

when the clock strikes another hour.




You sit alone

In quietus

You sit alone

And hold your breath

The peace becomes you,

But spreads you thin

And the silence is like a strain.




You hold time,

Instead of passing it by

And it drains you.

It shows

with each line on your face.

Like maintaining at attitude

that doesn't fit your mind.




You let life ebb away from you

in trying to hold it close to your chest.

Take more of what kills you

In solitude.