The long days would be peaceful were they not filed with what seems sometimes to be the never ending noise that seems to invade my solitude.

I sometimes feel overwhelmed by discussions about this and about that that seem at times to be endless without restful interlude.     

Ah, for some quiet time to myself. To think. To reflect. To seek the solace of my own thoughts and inner voice

What price I would pay were I able to find refuge from the noise.

It builds daily as time goes by and my ears tremble in an attempt to escape while at the same time my mind tells me to accept and rejoice.

Were I only able to do so. Were I only able to block out those things that seem to not be of my choice.    

The years come and go and then one day my spouse grows silent and is buried in a beautiful and quiet ceremony.

Peaceful, serene, even in my sorrow my existence for the next few months is filled with what seems like endless harmony.

But slowly it begins to build as from nowhere increasing daily by small increments and pulling at my inner being.

What is it? What now plagues me as before? The noise is back.  Only this time in the form of a roar that is deafening.
It is the roar of silence.  

©Copyright 2007 Charlie Gragg