Silence rages Like the perfect storm Ceasing breath, sound and substance Yet, even the silence can't stop The heart from beating Nor the weight of hurt felt Wish to God silence could cease The sound of words wielded As weapons, piercing tips, Tongues heavy anvils...drop Sinew torn with intent, Hopes even, to crush bone Quiet sad the state of things when Pleasure is derived from open mockery Exposure of faults, failings and wrongs I never was one for Modern day entertainment Arrogance paraded on a Foundation built on self alone Simply thought a semblance of comfort Would be found in seeing her words Her thoughts, a window to her world Alas, again I'll put pen to paper Baring my soul, setting free the burden Eliminating the presence That sparked it all...mine Knowing some amends can't be made I welcome the silence and pray to forget Erasing it completely...delete K. Turnage