Silence is a thing to fear

And everyone does fear it, however instinctually

No one may ever know what lurks in the deepest cavities of quiet.

Empty silence is peaceful.

Wonderous.

But the terrifying kind of silence

Is the kind where the sound should be there and isn't.

A vacuum of noise that unsettles your soul

Because there are things hiding in that silence

Waiting for you to slip from the laughter and music of life

Waiting for you to fall

Directly into their gaping jaws

And never return

Silence is a thing to fear

Don't let it catch you

It lingers behind the creakiest doubt

Like a silhouette rampaging through it devices

Waiting for its weapon

Which can destroy, build and renovate you

Yet between that silhouette

Lies it shadow

With a defiant grin

In its castaway tinge

That penetrates the organ called a skin,

Yet in your ears

Is the habitat of the haunted memories

Rustling through your blanket

Hoping to scar you

It did!

With dilated pupils that laid emotionless

Guess there more to silence

Than its labyrinth of doubt

That you try to abhor.

But,

Alas,

You absconded with fear