Words whispered to free you
become bladed boomerangs
turning their deadly carelessness upon me
in seeking silence I find none
only careless, callous chatter
violent vitriol intended only to harm
to maim, to wound.
There will be no more words
no more thoughts, no more feelings.
No longer will I waste my time
seeking solace where none can be given.
I will not tread
softly or savagely
across this dismal desert, this dire dream.