Silence, peaceful isn’t it?
Or is it?
Because that’s when they like to play.
No knock at the door.
Sneaking in uninvited.
Silence, peaceful isn’t it?
Or is it?
They’re here again.
Throwing repressed memories.
Ones buried and forgotten.
Silence, peaceful isn’t it?
Or is it?
Floods of feeling.
With no warning.
Strong today aren’t they?
Quiet.
Quiet.
Silence, peaceful isn’t it?
Or is it?