Silence makes me mad
Thinking so hard I’m rendered wordless,
Vexed by my own thoughts.
Those pearls are only prattle
That once were wisdom
in his eyes.
Sometimes I hear a third pair of feet on the landing
And I think
Are you alive or not?
And when I come to speak to you
Or you to me
Words fail us both.
Is there nothing in your head
Or are you like me, wordless
Rendered silent by the madness
Or mad by the silence.