The Poem Silence Annotated

Silence
There is nothing left but the silence burning through the your flesh – eyes, singed and wet with unending streams – the moon has set and the sun won’t rise tomorrow – running away from you, keeping its distance far and beyond your reach – you’re worthless even to nature, cowering beneath the remnants of a past desperate still to leave you behind – the silence grows louder, stronger, branding your lungs – “undeclared” – your stomach whispers to you as you sleep, the grumbling void of dissatisfaction – your nails chip away at the keyboard – tap, tap, tap as your pockets run dry and your hair falls out – another cup – another hour – another twitch of the finger, not enough to end the
SILENCE
that grows far beyond the boundaries –
you’re