Silence
How was your day
We ask
Expecting that oh-so
Standard reply.
We go about our
Evening’s tasks-
Dinner, homework
A child’s bath
And bedtime story.
And we accept.
We settle in front of
The television.
What looks good
He asks.
Anything, doesn’t
Matter.
We watch documentaries on
Ancient Egypt
Or fill the empty space in
Our thoughts
With mindless movies.
And we accept.
Where once we argued,
Passionate
In our facetious attempts at
Seeking life’s answers-
Reality has become a
Relentless beast
That devours all our
Youthful reverie
And now spits it out
As silence.
And we accept.
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