Silence

Weather monotonous, overcast sky

Sunless and frigid, foggy, with no breeze

Dullness and boredom set in by and by

Time trudges slowly, then drops to its knees

Birds perching, heads drooped, deep stupor, silent

On quiet trees, leaves at rest, ever still

The smallest ant's footstep would seem violent

The slightest sound could cause a spinal chill

This silence is of the unnatural kind

Not a whisper or crackle anywhere

The most miniscule noise I cannot find

As if sound could not give the slightest care

This is the silence known only to the dead

And yet it resides within my own head