Sound
Turned to Silence
(c)2014 Bob
Atkinson
we all, in
our own way
struggle
through pursuit deranged
broadcasting
our thought processes
in that in
life of little gain
how much
snaps your memory
to where you
hear my tune
and sift your
own experience
to drive home
my good moods
how much of
who I am
rubs right
off on you
am I just
noise in your cabin
as you ignore
my attitude
silence
knifes the book pages
as if cutting
sentences in half
spewing waste
out through a gate
and pulling
shards of glass
silence feeds
the open echoes
trundles
through my past
and forms
that open crust
of my ocean
as I laugh
silence fills
my need for clarity
non-ambiguous
in its tone
the world
defined by nature
or total lack
thereof
