What you see I can't hear.
With hearing acute,
My sanctuary has become the silence that I embrace during my walk in the dark.
A darkness slowly filling my view,
Seaping from my mind so that I may express all that encompases my being.
A being that has in the past been illusive to the world,
But that is beyond the point.
Like a forgotten princess locked in her tower,
I am trapped by the white noise of the world,
The very sense of the population,
Underappreciated.
I'm not bitter,
I am grateful for the sanctity of silence but soon,
I know my tower will be heard through my voice and seen through your ears.

07/09/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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