Quiet

When I’m home alone it’s quiet,

not the calming peace of mind quiet,

the quiet that’s so powerful it engulfs you,

making it feel as if you were to say anything the world would turn it’s ears to you,

and just stare with an uneasing blank face.

The quiet that’s so powerful it forces you into following it’s spell,

and at night the dark mixed with this quiet creates a fear we all know.

the kind that makes you see things in the dark,

and when you hear something big getting knocked over,

or even the tiny tick of 2 coat hangers hitting each other,

it makes you think someone else is in the house or that there’s some kind of monster.

And even though you know there’s no such thing as monsters,

that’s the first thing your mind thinks of.

This is the quiet we all fear.