Quiet Is Violent.

• Rebekah Scattergood, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

I'm addicted to song
And terrified of silence.
Notes tantalise my chaos
And quiet is violent.

In sound I dream
In silence I think.
Colour draws me away
Nothing pushes to the brink.

Silence is not merely
The absence of sound.
Silence is a beast
That stalks my hometown.

Whispering sharp thorns
To my soft, shaking mind
Silence is myself.
Nothing is alive.