Sitting in the comfort of the bed,
Sitting in silence,
Drowning in the heat of the day,
Laying still not moving,
Silence engulfs the mind and atmosphere,
Silence bringing boredom and loneliness,
Still tries to take it as a form of entertainment.


Drowning in ones heat and thought,
Hearing the chipping voices of the birds outdoor through the bars,
But still knuckles under silence,
Waiting for the heat to leave,
Waiting for the darkness to see through the day.


But when the cold comes the heat disappears,
And silence becomes noise again,
It starts all over again the next sunrise and end same.