Speak To me

there were seven glimpses of hope
today
the silence that you've
produced is deafening
spilling heart and soul
upon all of these
87 buttons only to receive
this obsessive compulsive
complex
silence is attractive
but not in this sense
when all i want is to
replay Your words in
my head
silence might be golden
but its making me turn
green with worrisome
nauseating preconceptions
silence is precious but
You are making me feel
worthless
if i could erase this
hide-and-go-seek circus charade
i would just so that you would
Speak To me