Silence

In the self assessed inability to survive
I thought I had made it apparent
Somehow I felt I had made it unclear,
The feeling that nothing had happened

I made too much out of nothing
There was nothing there to be said
Silence was keeping it to myself,
Loneliness of isolated separation

Peace acted out through nothingness
Living in the course of the unknown
Coping with the sufferable and dreadful,
Dwelling anonymously alone.