Ode To Silence

Noise, a ceaseless buzz

Drowning out my silence

Disrupting my peace

Provoking my violence

Stitch your mouth shut

Your words mean nothing to me

Lock me in a room alone

Then throw away the key


Let me enjoy my quiet

Just get out of my head

I don’t need to hear this

Give me the silence of the dead.



Lately, I’ve found that I’m having trouble finding the words. I’m supposed to be a writer, and for some reason I just can’t. I’ve had writer’s block before, but that isn’t what this is. The ideas are there… the words just aren’t. I know what I want to say; I don’t know how to say it. The words are stuck somewhere. Caught up on other ideas long forgotten. Lost in some hidden crevice in my mind. I know I know that word. I know I do. Ugh what is that word?


I’ve forgotten. It was on the tip of my brain, and I lost it. Somewhere in the folds.

Words are supposed to be my skill. My gift. But they’re failing me now. My ideas will go unexpressed.

Until I find the words.