Silence, the sound of thoughts profound
echoes stillness throughout the air.
To not know where my mind is bound
is uneasiness I can't bear.
Compression of a thousand thoughts
reverberate, but cannot sound
outside of mind, in peace not sought,
but in feelings feared, I have found.

Silence, the sound of thoughts profound
does not echo inside today.
It is not present to astound
myself in complicated ways.
The absence of these thousand thoughts
marks healing of a thousand deaths.
The inflictor knows these wounds brought,
yet I welcome how old times left..