I’m the cursor blinking at the end of a half sen

tence, waiting on the writer to finish

So I can begin on a new page


I’m captured

Between two bricks

I can’t move, will someone find me and set me free?


Two walls clash

Creating a sharp corner

Which sucks me in

I can’t breathe


A wind touches my neck,


I try to listen

To the silence, which speaks a language, I can’t understand


I turn around

The TV is running

The children play catch


The silence stands beside me

Observing with me

A mute voice tells me to




I sit down at the dinner table

My children come now