Silence Intrigues

Your prolonged silence upsets the rhythm

of my existence but you go on unaware

or that is what my troubled self feels.

The queer nagging I experience is tough

to endure, let alone be transformed into words.

You may perhaps flare up if I attempt to speak up.

Afraid, apprehensive,I hold back my anguish,

wondering if you would feel the same pangs;

imagining planned reticence behind my seeming silence.

My turbulent mind makes survival a taxing endeavour.