Slaying Silence

A caustic killing,
inflicted intentionally
caused by solitude selected
in self free will.

The slaying silence
that resounds these walls
deafens the child,
crying for an hours more play.

Choking tears bite back
and fail to fall.
Senseless emotion is swallowed
as perception shifts.

The playground of the mind
begins to spill
and after all these years,
boundaries become limitless.

The soul expands
to fly through the sky,
walk the clouds
and stride in the Hand of The Heart.

Everything seems childish.
Everything seems silly.
So below, so far away…
only the memories remain.

Memories of those long, humid days
of trite, childish ways
lost within an echoing bellow
which no longer holds me down.

Freedom is attained
from the personal prison,
if only the key is lock-placed
and tenderly turned.

The solitude and silence,
the white noise and hazy vision
have now long gone,
now that I am free to wander…

… here, in these four
mint green shallow walls.

Matt K, Summer 2005