~ Silence ~

At first there's silence;
and that's all there's been ever since.

Alone I can do nothing but bask in my pain,

A pain where I think I shall never hear people again.
But soon I realize the silence is a song,

A song to me about all things gone wrong.
And the song is sung strictly for me,

And the words remind me of my solemn duty.

To atone for this sin I shall give my whole being,

Until at least I have avenged them with a deed that to their souls, shall be freeing.

Over time the silence grows comfortable, and my fear grows less,

A condition that should allow my power to progress.

But voices puncture my neat little world,

And into a new way of life I am finally hurled.

Faces and many names pass me by,

Suddenly visible to my previously sightless eye.

I lower my barrier and open the door,

And become privy to things that I did not know before.

Now it is that I can finally see,

The one building up the wall between us was me.

And I begin to recognize them bit by bit,

And put faces to name I will admit.

That face I know I have seen once before,

And that one I'm sure I'll see once more.

And then there is messy blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes,

And a smile as bright and endless as the skies.

Slowly, I begin to fit in,

And I forget all about that terrible sin.

Days go by and I find new pleasure in life,

And I struggle to remember the times when I lived in strife.

Now it's full of smiles and laughs and people I could call friend,

But it's not my time for that; unlike you on those things I can't depend.

Friends and support aren't things I need,

On those things my power can not feed.

So I turn away from tears and from pleading,

I call it a mission, but you call it fleeing.
I can not stay here where it is warm and kind,

To my duty it makes me blind.

I tell you this but you simply won't believe,

And I see now that nothing I say will make you let me leave.

I issue a challenge; you against me,

If you win I'll stay, and if I win I'll 'flee'.

Right from the start I can see you are not serious,

But if you think I'll stay right now you must be delirious.

Fire and fists do not spur you into action,

It's only when I decree you my friend that I get a reaction.
But it's far too late for that now,

'I will kill you,' I coldly vow.

My hand is around your throat, dripping with blood,

As the swelling clouds threaten to drop their own blood from above.

I see no fight only sadness in those startling blue eyes,

But you do not fight back as would be wise,

A flash of blue, a spurt of red,

And for a heart stopping second I think you're dead.

By my hand I'm sure you have died,

But then I realize with a shock that you have survived.

Those eyes previously devoid of life,

Are now filled with fire, fire to fight.

I snicker, you growl,

And suddenly you are the predator on the prowl.

I am the unfortunate prey,

And for crossing the line I shall surely pay.

The fight that follows is the worst yet,

But in the end I am the victor of our little bet.

I look at the sky and see that night is here; it is no longer day,

I look back at you and for one crazy moment think I might stay.

But in the end I turn in limp away aching and sore,

At that moment I walk into the silence once more.