It is a silence that gnaws and rends and tears at your foundation
impelling you into a recursive nightmare
without hope or love or sanity.
To hang on every silence
to Be
to exist
to live in that silence Forever
Places you in an empty airport terminal
where all of the waiting for the planes to land but they never do
while remaining ever hopeful
causes an inability to move on.
I have lived in that silence for
days upon days
months stacked methodically
and years
too many years...
My soul bled and I died every day
crying out into that endless darkness
I kept going by breathing
But.
It was a half life
Existence in the shadows of reality.
Finally, oh yes, finally!
conversation opened.
Elation at first
Then...
I found it was too late
the shattering had finished its dreadful deed
and that I was already dead.
A mere husk dragging itself about waiting to die.
And I….
still bleeding the ever slow death of one breath at a time.
It is wicked that a person would do this to another person.
The worst hate from the worst enemy would not do this.
Even that enemy would communicate.
Even if it were with bullets that sought your destruction.
This would still be communication and the sweet release of death would come.
But that gnawing, rending, tearing silence
that fills all gaps of time with an eternal need to communicate.
It is a sending
Over and over and over and over
a simple message....
Hi?
This says it all.
That soft two letter word. Hi
And you scream and scream and scream and scream
in your soul to the end of time that I need you
if only to hear back from you,
a simple...
Hello.
All the while I looked at my phone day in and day out,
But,
Nothing. An Ever-silence.
The return sending of a text never comes and death,
bit by bit
claims you
until you drag that husk behind you....
EverSad.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
It is a silence that gnaws and rends and tears at your foundation
impelling you into a recursive nightmare
without hope or love or sanity.
To hang on every silence
to Be
to exist
to live in that silence Forever
Places you in an empty airport terminal
where all of the waiting for the planes to land but they never do
while remaining ever hopeful
causes an inability to move on.
I have lived in that silence for
days upon days
months stacked methodically
and years
too many years...
My soul bled and I died every day
crying out into that endless darkness
I kept going by breathing
But.
It was a half life
Existence in the shadows of reality.
Finally, oh yes, finally!
conversation opened.
Elation at first
Then...
I found it was too late
the shattering had finished its dreadful deed
and that I was already dead.
A mere husk dragging itself about waiting to die.
And I….
still bleeding the ever slow death of one breath at a time.
It is wicked that a person would do this to another person.
The worst hate from the worst enemy would not do this.
Even that enemy would communicate.
Even if it were with bullets that sought your destruction.
This would still be communication and the sweet release of death would come.
But that gnawing, rending, tearing silence
that fills all gaps of time with an eternal need to communicate.
It is a sending
Over and over and over and over
a simple message....
Hi?
This says it all.
That soft two letter word. Hi
And you scream and scream and scream and scream
in your soul to the end of time that I need you
if only to hear back from you,
a simple...
Hello.
All the while I looked at my phone day in and day out,
But,
Nothing. An Ever-silence.
The return sending of a text never comes and death,
bit by bit
claims you
until you drag that husk behind you....
EverSad.