Silence, poetry by Moxie McMurder at



written by: Moxie McMurder



There is no peace to be found
In silence
That is when I hear the most noise
Memories and recollections
Can they be trusted?
They seem so clear
Words of self inflicted roughness
It’s exhausting

Silence suffocating self
I cannot think
The noise is too deafening
Too intense
I prefer the external noise of a television
Of a radio
Of a song
Feeling other people’s feelings
Because mine are just too much

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