My Own Silence

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence.
It was my own silence.
― Sylvia Plath

I’ve lived with silence—

I know it well.

I know the quiet creaking

Of my parent’s house,

The sudden hush

Before a downpour of rain…

The absence of a friend

Who won’t return again.

I know the dark silence

Of your eyes

The midnight watches

Of regrets and whispers.

I’m not afraid to be alone

With ghosts or lightning…

It’s my own silence

I find frightening.

© 2017, John J Geddes. All rights reserved

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