In the Silence - A Poetry Series

Part 5

But silent is violent
And it tears at me from the inside
And I dig deeper into myself to hide.
It's as if I have aged ten years
Stewing in the silence and fears.
You were and are my sweet escape
And I've left a door for you agape.
But you seem to have disappeared
Just as I had thought and feared.
And I am left to stew in silence.
And fight alone, this internal violence.