I do not
Understand
How these
People
Can just
Talk…

Constantly

I do not
See
Why these
People
Refuse to
Just
Sit and
Wallow in
The deafening
Black noise

Just basking
In silence
Whilst living
In the
Squalor and
Degrading, crumbling
World around
Us…

Some home…

Isolation…
Alone…
Shut off…
Recluse…
Seclusion…

Silent…
Unresponsive…

They must think
That because
I have
Reached these
Burning
Bridges
Between lives

That I must be
Prepared to
Face all
It’s trials…

But I am
Not ready…

Nor shall I
Be prepared
To face all the
Rushing passions,
Excitements…
Loss…

But it shall
Be okay,
Because
Whether
Or not
I am ready,
Life shall
Never wait…

And as such,
I must
Cross these
Burning
Bridges
Of silence,

Engrossing and contemplating
My surroundings,
Slowly piecing
Together
The shards
Of an
Anti-communitive
Life…

These are our
Burning Bridges
Of Silence…