Poem; Leave Me

quiet creeps upon the room,

as the emptiness fills with it.

oceans of words, but nothing said

nothing said.

just the quiet that creeps.

it stalks.

and preys.

before I hear nothing but it.

Only it.

It screams at me.

Kills me.

Makes me feel like dirt.

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quiet, let it creep upon the room.

and let yourself become empty with it.

Empty, never again.

never whole, never here.

Scream!

Scream at me!

before I hear nothing else but it

Only it

You never scream at me.

with me,

Or make me feel like anything else.

It kills me.

The quiet in the room.

and you've let it become,

a scream,

scream,

let me scream,

or let me die, to feel anything else.

to hear anything else.

but the emptiness in this room.