In My Silence

I glance across the room,

see the same,

a wall with various momentos.

I wonder how I’ll measure life

this month as opposed to the last.

When did that profound effect

on my well being first appear?

Listening to music I’m searching

for a state of mind,

asking for a more silent road,

than the screams constant in my mind.

I wonder sometimes where this comes

from when seconds earlier I was laughing.

Now tears wait for the floodgates.

Maybe now, perhaps later or not at all.

I wish I could define how quickly I can

move into such a cycle of deceit.

Will the world continue to move slowly,

while my mind screams down the highway.

In the quiet of a silent glare

I’m still waiting for the rockets to go off.

I need some indication that what I believe,

has a purpose beyond my own imagination.