In the dark, mouth closed by mourning
there is a silence that cannot be broken.
Isolation in stone from mist and murk
only met with psionic handwaves
music with unintelligible lyrics filter
through, words from friends and family
make no sense. Adrift in oceans,
waves against the shore crash
in a cacophany of nihilistic noise.
Understanding clutching to driftwood
but now out of sight; dipping from the
horizon. Speak and no sound; scream
silently. Alone in crowds that cannot hear
and you cannot grasp like before.
Thought turns to conversations
about petty things, gossip, idle chat.
How to exchange these wasted words
for something to be understood now?