the silence speaks only at night

the things that weigh heavy on a mind

escalates the silence in a room;

feelings dangle and hang on to a memory;

all the while it fights with the walls that wail

and grieves within the fire.

 the voice inside my head reads aloud the hiding looming thoughts.

haunting echos, repeating and knocking itself down

until the reality hits;

the heart sinks and the mind blinks.

the rocking chair cracks and squeaks;

taunting in such an erupted whisper.

the sun tried to blind everything while it set;

 but the stars followed

and caught everything i lost –

the moon shone and gave it all back

 all the while feeding the voice in my head

as it reads aloud the forgotten looming thoughts.

c. 2016  bgw