The Anxiety of a Too-Quiet House
By Saywisely
1 min read
Aug 4, 2024
The clock's soft tick is now a shout,
Each creaking floorboard filled with doubt.
The silence is a heavy sheet,
That smothers every slow heartbeat.
My thoughts, un-tethered, start to roam,
Through all the corners of this home.
And in the quiet, fears take root,
Bearing a strange and bitter fruit.
Each creaking floorboard filled with doubt.
The silence is a heavy sheet,
That smothers every slow heartbeat.
My thoughts, un-tethered, start to roam,
Through all the corners of this home.
And in the quiet, fears take root,
Bearing a strange and bitter fruit.