Silent Sounds

There’s rain tapping on my bedroom window,

Illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlight outside.

It should be a calming sound to me.

I should be lulled to sleep by the gentle white noise.

Instead, it alerts my senses and slams me into panic mode.

Because the hushed call of rain is not peaceful to me.

And the thunderous roar of silence is not relaxing to me.

You taught me there is fear in both the abundance and absence of noise.

There is rain tapping on my bedroom window,

Oh, how I hate that it reminds me of you.

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