The footfalls of silence echo softly in my ear

Like the reflection of slippers dancing in a mirror.

In the solitude of my mind the quiet echoes amplify

So loud it begins to resemble nature’s thunderous cry.

Mind shadows are awakened and rush out to play

But if I try to join them, they scurry quickly away.

My heart cries out to them, there is no need for fright

As I whisper softly "For lonely is the still of night."

A lifetime of seconds has gone slowly ticking by

Yet eternity yields nothing but a gentle sigh.

Physically bound to my chair by this mental plight

Reality has vanished and is nowhere in sight

I am held captive by the entity that we call silence

Who tortures my thoughts while daring my defiance

My heart hammers out a warning, a threat of power

But these thoughts won't retreat, they scarcely cower.

Confused and chaotic images are colliding in my head

Their weight becomes a burden, heavier than lead.

My mind starts to panic and struggle against the pain

Reality seeps in like water softening the bonds that restrain

Silence doomed decides to flee leaving behind a ruined scheme

Battlefields are littered with crippled thoughts and a soiled dream

The raging battle of silence has past, the muted foe has fled

I shall hastily depart myself into the safe haven of my bed.

Descending into depths of slumber where silence has no might

I whisper softly as I tumble down, “For lonely is the still of night.”