It feels like walking under a night sky,
Only to look up and see grey,
Like the stars had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

I feel swallowed up,
And as though I still house something,
Yet my body's but a hollow vessel.

With no lighthouse,
No storm to sweep me away,
I am merely a boat on a vast sea of tranquillity.

Though sometimes,
Silence is the most deafening noise of all.