poetry 3

i talk and laugh

for silence resents me

i push it away as it nears closer.

i make sure it will never get me.

in the dead of night, 

it creeps closer ever so slightly.

every so often, the house settling stops the silence.

to often, i get too quiet

i zone out

and the silence

brushes against me

i try to talk and laugh again

but my brain wont let me

as if it wants me

to submit.

as if it wants me 

to stop.

to let it stop.

but i cant.

i cant stop.

for ive seen what happens when i do.

so i talk and laugh until no more air

remains for silence.

and silence lets me

believe 

i 

won 

for a while.