The silence greets me
after a deep slumber
filled with hallucinations.
It envelopes me in its
chilly, thin arms.
I am deafened,
defeated.

The silence is a companion,
a ghost in this city.
It's never really gone,
but only hidden
in a mess of noise and decibels.

The silence screams the loudest
when I'm alone with my thoughts.
It taunts me,
telling me I have no friends.
It doesn't realize that
it has become my friend.

The silence is awake.
It never rested.
It just clothed itself
in cries and screams.
I no longer wear earplugs.
I still hear it
when it takes its robes off.