The Sounds of Silence

Outside these walls
are the sounds of living;
people coming and going,
the muted roar of life.
Inside there is only silence,
which roars more loudly
than the world outside.

Silent thoughts seep from my brain
getting louder with every rickoshae;
gaining weight with every bounce.
A huge vice around my heart
squeezing out all the light and the hope
until only darkness remains.

Silence . . . . . . . . .
serving only to provide
a hollow empty space
both inside my heart and out,
where only darkness echoes.