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The Dark of Night

In the silence the noise comes running.
Piercing, unexpected stampede crashing,
breaking, pushing, finding a way in.
Deafening the silence. Fighting. Winning
the battle. The silence. Oh the silence,
crowding out the noise invading. Battles.
Raging confusion coming to break
that silence in which peace dwells. Safety.
What is safety? Noise claims the game.
Silence pushes back, hard, unassuming;
it’s power matched with noise. Deafening.
Silence, noise: both come surging, fighting,
Tired. Crumbling. Chaos ensuing. Reach,
for that peace that survives, hidden, afraid.
Afraid of the peace. What is silence?
What of the noise? Is it just confusion,
the thing that makes whole, pure confusion?
Battling. Silence. Battling. Noise. Battling.
Life left losing. Peace, it is forever hiding.

Written 5/24, just before midnight

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Raining Tears

Like water falling down to the earth
So, too, from eyes thus streaming
Water flowing, the source breaking
A rumbling felt to the very core
Flashes blinding your vision
All the same, giving light to dark
The rushing, the tension, the chaos
Beating, pouring forth with no end
Fallen to the ground looking upward
Mixed are the rain and the tears
Brokenness loud, brokenness silent
Hidden within yet poured, seen
Washed away and still left broken
Scattered, found in the passing
Left to be healed, created anew

*written moments before posting*