the length of silence haunting me

in just four months three years will be
the time I've stared into the sky
the length of silence haunting me

my eyes are blind, I cannot see
though hard I squint my scanning eyes
in just four months three years will be

the mourning pain I cannot flee
you'd find but dust if you would pry
the length of silence haunting me

the well has dried and withered me
I'll be a bone until I die
in just four months three years will be

without a word, a thought agreed
all things have changed, it's not alright
the length of silence haunting me

will grow and choke me like a weed
existing, I don't live, I'll die
in just four months three years will be
the length of silence haunting me

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos