Silence

Silence has pushed my heart into a dark corner—enveloping, constricting.
Silence thinks it can quietly strangle my heart. Strangle, it does,
But all is not quiet, as the mind detects the heart's cry.
Idle hands become busy, delivering its message:


The whole of me pushed into limbo—a state of wretched impatience.
Awaiting word of his simple acknowledgment of my being.
The least I yearn for, despite our previous fury of communication.
Yet, very much missing the metric of our former interaction.


Whirlwinds of romance quickly dissipated to occasional breezes,
As a speeding car may briefly move leaves on a rooted plant.
Distance achieved with every silent minute.
And for each of such short breaks therein, his emotion lessened.


With every mobile sound and every cyber alert,
a fleeting measure of hope
Alas, DASHED!
As if the rest of the world means to mock.


And so I am: a roller coaster of emotional distress.
My stomach up front watching the fall—sinking
My heart at back catching the whiplash, contorted from stress.
What was once so high, is fast crashing low.


Silence: slowing, wearing down the being of my soul.
Silence: wanting, waiting with nowhere to go.




Ryan J. Nelson ©2010