The spell has been cast
A deafening silence
That calls each one to pause
But offers no relief
Breaking the strangle
Of unbroken chatter
That settles in their ears
And occupies their words
Trapped in a prison
Of their own invention
With heads full of poison
And bellies full of guilt
Enduring silence
A constant distraction
That plays on the conscience
And weighs upon the heart
No gestures of acceptance
No deeds of validation
No words of understanding
No signals of forgiveness
Just a pool of silence
Completely still perfection
Deep and rich with answers
Beyond what they can see
They could search forever
And never break the surface
Bound to the reflections
That stare right back at them
– Rondym Kiefe