poem #4

The silent noise echoes down the hall
Deafening silence ringing in my ears
Makes me run
As far as I can
As fast as I can
Running from the quiet and the loud
Past the balance and the swing
Past the familiar and the strange
On the edge of the outrageous and the sane

Until I fall
Falling slowly
Falling hard
Into the blinding darkness
Into the deep, dull light
Past all I knew as real
Past all I knew as fact
In the land of the illusion
The home of the disfigured and the dead.

by JK