As the noise in my head stops and my ears start to pop
the strength of the silences surprise me.

Trying to pull free,
trying to find me in the static where the needle point anoints me,when the static disappoints me,
Trying to pull free but the silences are too strong and carry me headlong into the white noise,
and striking a poise makes no sound,feet on the ground leave no marks,stark is the scene and silence reigns supreme.

In the coffee I'm sipping I feel that silence is slipping inside me,without the freedom of speech which is denied me,I shall now and forever be
destitute.