Sitting alone
the silence around me,
it drowns me
as I wait for a sound,
a simper,
a whimper,
a whisper to know
that I am not alone.

Softly,
Sadly,
I listen to silence,
waiting for a light,
mourning the dark,
and living
like a still pendulum.
And time,
time,
Time alone
will raise me up
and let me scream.

1/1/2013