The Siren of Silence

In my darkest hour when the night is the quietest,

I hear not the beautiful voice of silence for my mind roars with thoughts.

Every thought is like that of a beating hammer,

with every break in thought comes another.

My thoughts follow me like an incurable plague,

silence is a siren calling out what lies in the dark corners on my mind.

It is that of a bitter sweet torment her song emits,

I interrupt her with deliberate noise and am reminded why she soothes me.

If she would only subside her song but only for a moment,

I would find myself missing and searching for her.

Where she is calm my mind is not,

when my mind is busy it begs to hear her song.

We all will soon face the inevitable day,

when the song of this siren is all we will be able to say.