Antithetical To Life

I'm still finding my rhythm in a town where the silence is more inviting than any note from piano keys or guitar strings,
where the sound of a lonely harmonica makes me want to rip out this heart and break all my limbs.
I can't seem to be content with where I've made my bed, and every night when I'm asleep, death plays in my head.
Above the treetops there's a
gentle tune but it drums itself Into my half deceased mind until I drive myself insane. I've sewn my eyelids to the mountain beneath the tears for all I want is to finish this dream, and understand its peace,
I've walked a road that I never paved just to find release from all the hurt and pain that
I have let reside. I just want the world to stop,
where echoes of silence don't cause migraines or cold sweats,
but instead allow me rest,
I'm still finding my rhythm in a life that has no song but ten thousand antithetical instruments.


By:
Beryl Young Mayor