Silence

Silence

It is the absence of chaos,
the time demands close,
for nothing will be said; it's
repose.

It screams echoes of my spirit war,
when cries build and rend,
there's no escape from demons in
my head.

It is escape, a place where I
can see other worlds, where be
no intrusion, no reality,
fantasy.

It is a repetition,
an exhaustion I cannot flee,
a list run over and over,
of duty.

my thoughts, my fears, my desire
cause the silence to keep
a company of pain or rest
for me.