Silence - a poem

Such a fickle creature -- my friend, my foe.

I welcome my friend with open arms when my senses overload.

You envelop me in your blanket of stillness, comforting me.

My protector. My safe harbor.

I control your absence of sound, for me, you are my slave.

And I, I am the master.

Mean-spirited you are, my foe, dark silence.

I quiver at your abrupt entry, startling my senses.

You swoop down, blanking all thought, all consciousness, frightening me.

My fears magnify. My terrors grow.

You control my imagination; I am your unwilling servant.

And you, you are my captor

Silence, are you my friend or foe?

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