Silence is deafening, , <br />When it’s all that’s left to take in <br />I know this to be true. <br />Insanity and paranoia breed, <br />As the walls move closer and closer in, <br />I couldn’t face that silence again. <br />I can understand why TV and Radio, <br />Become surrogate friends to some people, <br />I’ve been there. <br /> <br />Time to kill, but you can’t murder it, <br />Like ‘Tom and Jerry’ <br />It stands up, dusts itself down, and continues; <br />I couldn’t face that silence again. <br /> <br />If you open a window, <br />You know you’ll hear the others living their lives. <br />While someone is sleeping, somebody is dying, <br />Someone else is living life to the full; <br />But that’s not what I want to know. <br /> <br />Suffocating silence, <br />Talking to myself, <br />Can’t face the silence anymore.<br /><br />Vincent Topp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-face-the-silence/
