[6]
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Beneath
      the
      Silence
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      is
      not
      the
      fact
      that
      my
      mind
     
    

    
     
      Won't
      ever
      shut
      up
      that
      bothers
      me.
     
     
      It
      the
      deafening
      silence
      beneath
      the
      noise
     
    

    
     
      Under
      your
      words
     
    

    
     
      Beneath
      my
      heartbeat
     
     
      Below
      the
      music
     
     
      If
      my
      mind
      didn't
      ramble
     
     
      On
      and
      on
      and
      on
     
     
      I
      might
      have
      to
      throw
      myself
     
     
      at
      your
      feet
      and
      beg
     
    

    
     
      for
      mercy
     
    

    
     
      For
      noise
     
     
      For
      a
      reprimand
     
    

    
     
      and
      respite
      from
      the
     
     
      Silent
      purgatory
     
    
   
   
    
     
      For
      as
      my
      heart
      beats
     
     
      Pumping
      necessary
     
    

    
     
      Fluids
     
    

    
     
      Gases
     
    

    
     
      Nutrients
     
     
      So
      loudly
      the
      pulse
     
     
      Is
      a
      steel
      drum
      inside
      my
      ears
     
     
      Dancing
      on
      the
      silence
     
     
      In
      truth
      it
      is
      silent
     
     
      It
      no
      longer
     
    

    
     
      cries
     
     
      yearns
     
     
      sings
     
    

    
     
      For
      you
     
     
      for
      the
      world
     
     
      for
      myself
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Because
      I've
     
     
      Seen
      too
      much
     
     
      Heard
      too
      little
     
     
      The
      lament
      of
      another
      soul
     
     
      Praising
      my
      existence
     
     
      Since
      you've
      gone
      so
      that
      now
      the
     
     
      Metronomic
     
     
      Incessant
     
     
      Comforting
     
     
      Tick
      tock
      tick
      tocking
     
     
      Of
      the
      clock
      is
      perceived
      in
     
     
      After
      instead
      of
      time
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      still
      beneath
      the
      noise
     
     
      My
      heart
      Your
      heart
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      World
     
     
      Is
      Silent.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Claire
      Henderson