clamors the silence

insane is the night, this
silence lynches my heart
with each murmuring breath.

silence, you are my scourge.
your susurrations, my torment,
this unyielding drum song
inside my skull

pound and pound some more
as i strike the keys,
composing maddening music
which haunts me even in sleep

i will strike it out,
this pounding
in my head,

i will strike it out,
this pounding
in my heart,

strike it out,
with these keys,

with this pen,
i will strike you out.

--bruised orange