Silence
Silence
Sitting here, flakes falling on my lashes
Sliding into my sockets
Blurring my sight
I close my eyes
Holding them tight
Sitting here, the wind blowing stinging my face
Striking pain for a second
Till the numbness takes over
And aching agony replaces
Sitting here, in the most fragile of conditions
If I speak
If I breath
If I shift a muscle
I’ll break it
Holding my breath, still as a statue
In the loudest of silences
I convince myself it’s okay
For the world is frozen
