Sounds of Silence

on some good days, 
silence is a gentle
bed of summer
filled with whirling cotton 
puffs

but these times are few
as there sits this silence
beside me
digging into my eyes
(i can't sleep)
rifling me out of my ear drums 
of tranquility
& pouring darkness in the cracks 
of my skin-

sometimes it is a phlegm
that sticks to the tongue
i rinse with alcohol
drowning it with yellow-spotted pills 
but it   
keeps growing a music
of wailing wind, dripping faucet
& sobbing grave stones  
(i can't sleep)

how do you keep this silence
silent?   


Posted for the dVerse Poets - Poetics - Sounds of Silence by guest blogger Dwight Roth.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  For this write, I tried to get into the head of an individual with mental health issues/depression.   Thanks for your visits.