Yawn

Who are you?
Yawning at my Silence.
If only you were a safe refuge
Perhaps you would have heard the sound.

The rhythm.
The echo.
And you would’ve heard your name.

But alas.
Too deafening it is
For he who turns on endless noise
To keep from slipping into
His ghastly silence.

Your thunder
Pales in comparison
To my light.

I am Silence.
The kind you’d never understand.

Sing.
Be Merry.
Your silence will come.
And when you can no longer run,
Someone will yawn around you.

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