Silence
You are the best of me and the worst of me.
Dear, silence,
I longed for you when you were forced
against a wall,
frightened
alone
angry
And miserable.
I needed you, craved for you even.
As if my stomach growled in a torment of
malnourishment,
Mouth-watering for the touch of your warmth to my parched,
splitting
dry
bleeding
lips.
Where were you when I was COMPLETE -
Complete with the clutter
Clunking
Clinking
And Bangs.
As you deserted me, so did people.
I heard your footsteps –
On the porch
Thud
Doorstep
Thud
Staircase
Thud
Behind my door like a lingering
shadow.
You slowly open it.
The anticipation is unbearable.
Creak
Through the darkness
your face
not bright
light
And warm
as I imagined.
But!
Dark
Harsh
Cold
And uncanny.
You reach out,
Grasping your hand around my throat.
Brittle
Rough
Like sandpaper your hands are.
I shiver away, your beastly presence stays near.
I grow
more
alone
afraid
bitter
And
silent
silent
silent.
Oh, how the silence is deafening.
I thought you were supposed to be safe,
warm
light
kind
And full of heart.
But!
You are my worst nightmare come
true.
I thought you were a friend.
Oh, silence –
Why are you so deadly?
You creep in
when I
am alone.
Not a soul in sight
But you and I.
Leave me now.
I no longer linger for your presence.
When you are here, Oh, silence,
I pray you had never come.
And when you are far,
out of sight.
I wish you near.
Goodnight, silence.
I desire you no more.
Silence
Silence
Silence
Oh, what a conundrum you put forth.
You are the best of me and the worst of me.
Sincerely, your greatest admirer and most horrid critic.
About the Creator
Aasha Bianchini
Avid reader, writer, and lover of all things classical.
When I'm not navigating the rigors of high school, you'll find me tapping away at my keyboard creating characters for my first novel, whilst listening to Tchaikovsky or Shostakovich.
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