The silence is deafening

 

I'm not sure when the silence stopped being calming

 

At some point the comfort of quiet turned into a prison

 

It's not that there's no sound, not exactly

 

I think I just stopped listening 

 

Now I can't listen, even if I try

 

I think I just stopped remembering how

 

It's not that I can't hear, not exactly 

 

At some point the voices turned to whispers and whispers turned to wind

 

I'm not sure when the quiet started feeling like a bag over my head

 

The silence is deafening