writing#3

I can't turn it off.
It just won't go away.
It's so loud; it rings throughout my mind, always.
It's as loud as the steady bass drum in a marching band.
Yet it's as quiet as a mountaintop in the dead of winter.
This noise I can't turn off is the silence that yells at me constantly.
It's the silence I hear when I try to map out my future.
It's the silence I hear when I cry myself to sleep.
It's the silence I hear when I tell myself, "Everything will work out for the best."
This silence rings out like melodious angels at times.
And still other times it sounds like shrieking demons.
The silence is always there.
It will never go away.
The silence is just a part of me.