SILENCE IS NEVER ENOUGH.

Occasionally
I make certain to lock the doors,
And check them twice,
To keep the world outside,
And other times
I open them
To allow people
To flee from me.

Often I’m accosted
On the inside of my hideout
By a salient bout
Of opinions
And similarly I’m not averse
To wording my own
In tones tender souls
Might find offensive.

Then again I’m more likely
To clap my hands about my ears
In fear of picking up
The buzzing of others
Whilst cycling them over my mouth
In order to board up
The exit of my next
Profound announcement.

And very rarely the peace
Is complete,
And I can meditate without
The need to clear a space,
Until that is I get sick
Of the ticking clock
Attached to my mind’s
Internal time bomb.