i have to say i understand
the voice of silence.
like me –
it doesn’t need to scream
to acknowledge –
animosity…

it rather remain that whisper you thought you heard;
rustle of leaves in the (no) wind;
anxiety – animated by midnights darkness!

afraid – you wear,
much more secure than trust,
and that look of despair in your –
exit-door eyes;
oddly – justified!

always sad –
to watch the wreck of trains;
yet weak, are we.
unable to turn away from the tragedy;
paralyzed by our –
un(wanted)-interest.
content within our room of –
simply do not care (we care!)…