The death of sound before the inevitable blow
Stomach should be rumbling; not a sound
Heart should be cracking, shattering, you know
There are tremors and tingles, mind; never slow
You stand but you feel you must run or drowned

The earsplitting silence is too much to take
Just begin, just end; you hesitantly plead
For when it starts the choice you must make
No more questioning or ideas for the future; opaque
No matter the result you must simply be freed

Of the never-ending watch and wait
You'll take what comes, despite the fear
Your mind and heart can no longer relate
Your senses diminish under the copious weight
By this your body talks; the end is near


The Silence ends and the war, the journey, the future begins.