“Too much silence is a poison to the mind”

In the soundless room,
Where shadows cling and whispers fade,
The silence swells, an unseen blade,
Cutting through the fragile seams,
Of a man lost in his tangled dreams.
The walls, once a haven, now confine,
As thoughts, like tempest winds, entwine.

The soundless room,
So quiet and dark,
The confines of its walls
The anchor and weight of a forgotten place,
Solitude wraps him in its cold embrace,
The comfort of the quiet,
To a man of much thought, the silence is a poison,

To a man of much thought, give him a reason.
To a man of much thought will it be a poison?
A deafening silence,
A reason to live,
to perhaps pour his mind on a page,
Give an outlet to a man breaking within from rage,
A single reason, a sliver of light,
To list his woes in the dead of night,
To pour his anguish onto the page,
Evidently crumbling however tall he displays,

He cracks at the seams,
Yet confident he seems,
A demeanor so collected,
So bold,...