The sound of nothing.

The sound of nothing.

I opened my eyes to
the sound of nothing
and nothing shocked me
with the sound of living.

A cold morning loneliness
startled the day
and silence came creeping
and crawling my way.

Memories all scattered and
crushed amongst thoughts
so the beast awoke with
a furious roar.

Damaged by a dream of
a hang-mans noose
with the thirst of a wild-man
so hungry I roused.

But rouse not too far
a stunned beast lay still
knocked back by a slap
and a sweaty cold chill.

And dawn chose its moment
to sneak a quick peek
at a wild helpless monster
awoken from sleep.

For the day will whistle
a dark raging tune
and the corpse in his cave
will lay there till noon.

I closed my eyes to
the sound of living
and living shocked me
with the sound of nothing.

                                  spb.