The Death of Silence

 Slowly did silence die

Bleeding minute by minute out of our lives

It’s ghost haunts our ears

And our minds have been twisted and taught they should fear

As if it ever meant us harm

We can’t bear the silence,

So, we bury it deeper

Under the violent

Swiping

Texting

Grim Reaper

And when that day comes

When all the horns strip away all the noise and decay

We’ll be silent at last

With no future or past

And realize the present is the gift we threw back