Locked

Time spills over.
Thoughts escape
a prison made not of
bars and walls
but of
silence
and longing.
The night stretches
long and hard ahead of me,
and his voice
echoes
echoes
like a slamming door,
making my ears ring.
My hands shake from
whispers
screaming out
to fingers clenched,
begging for a reprieve, for
silence
to return,
but all that remains
is time
and the sound of a hundred
locks clicking shut with
nothing
left inside.