Shrill

Shrill cries of the phone,

Made my mind scream in pain.

I have nothing to say,

I have nothing to hear.

Is silence to be heard?

Or are noises to be silenced?

Into the warmth of the womb,

Crawled back the troubled being.

The snow, the sun, the rain, the clouds,

All but a mere flight of fantasy.

Searching for questions that have no answers,

Looking for answers without any questions.

The fruit swayed without a purpose

Only to fall, not far from the tree .