Without Sound

There was no storm.
No forked lightning
Shattering the midnight sky
Or rumbles of thunder crashing
As piercing winds blew
Torrents of rain and baseball sized hail
Around me.
There was nothing
Just the inky black of night
And silence.

The darkness was breathing
Wordlessly, rhythmically.
It was alive
And it stretched behind me and over
To completely wrap me
In its icy grip.

Shivering, I stared into the silence
Tried to see what was out there
Where I was
How to get home
As the echo of that which was not
Vibrated my head.
Terror grew.

Nothing
Taunted me
Silence, its weapon.

As time disappeared

So did I.

No stars, no moon
To light my way.

Lost in the whisper
Of things left unsaid.

No escape to be found.