'Hello Darkness, My Old Friend.' <br />As the radio spewed out the words <br />To the 'Sounds of Silence'. An old <br />Simon and Garfunkel song. <br /> <br />'I've Come To Talk With You Again.' <br />and Mary would turn the volume down <br />quickly and explain. <br /> <br />We were maybe upper teens but Mary <br />had an understanding beyound the prophets <br />vision. <br />She would explain the hidden meanings <br />of the songs to me. <br /> <br />'Because A Vision Softly Creeping <br />Left It's Seeds While I Was Sleeping.' <br />At the time the Vietnam War was raging <br />and our friends were dying for nothing. <br /> <br />Jake my best High School friend had <br />died at eighteen. Mary's brother was <br />listed as missing in action and never <br />came to conclusion. <br /> <br />After that Mary sort of lost it and <br />acquired her nickname. But we both <br />learned to cope with it and music <br />was the cure we both sought for healing. <br /> <br />'And That Vision That Was Planted <br />In My Brain Still Remains.' <br />Mary grew up, older and married. <br />Some pseudo fake frat guy who <br />remained eighteen for the rest of his life. <br /> <br />She turned into a pill dropping alcoholic <br />and one night went to bed and never <br />woke up again, and I can hear her <br />voice now as she is singing... <br /> <br />'Deep Within The Sounds Of Silence.'<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-mary/
