Listen carefully
It’s almost like nothing can be heard.
An endless void filled with white noise,
It’s pacifying yet frightening.
A finger brought to one’s lips
Hush.
It’s quiet but not still.
In this darkness
One’s eyes cannot adjust.
The silence soon becomes deafening.
Drip, drip, drip.
The agitation dissipates,
But the darkness remains.
There is no escape
To cope is all to do.