Silence

 Silence

The voices have quieted, I'm full of silence

It should be peaceful, instead, I'm quite disturbed

Scenes once vividly expressed, emotions so deeply invoked

reduced to whispers too faint, too muffled to discern

Only sounds of hollow echo in my head, a maddening roar

leaving rails of blankness to cover my dejected countenance

I perceive I'm far removed from my familiar lair of inspiration

laid roundly to a dreadful place of emptiness and darkness

Where rhymes are derailed from their melodic tracks

Muses stripped naked and showered in iced baths

Imagery ripped apart and gobbled up with disdain

Metaphors and analogies are hunted down like rabid animals

Devoured by the vision snatchers who lay in wait for the

next conception of thought, that they might viciously abort

Ideas shutter in fear and scatter just out of reach of my pen

Feeling my doom, my voice screams out a piercing Silence

I wish good writes to all my friends, always.

©LexaDaily2009