Silence is Violent

Upon hearing the words of silence,
You can't help but notice,
A drastic change in the sound on your ears.

As violent as a boiling water on a kettle,
So vehement we can't control.
It can't settle so aggressive,
My once love for you has become repulsive.

If this is the sound we want to hear,
Then I myself am not sure if I can bear.
The bare sound of silence itself is manic,
Just why is it so silent yet also erratic?

Have you tried waking up one afternoon?,
That time you found out nobody's at home,
The family is out somewhere,
You suddenly feel so alone.

Silence is not always the pure absence of sound,
But sometimes just the lack of the ones creating it.

I have listened to silence,
It's like a radio frequency ringing in my ears,
I realized the chance of having somebody shut up is much higher,
Than having them talk when they don't desire.

So upon hearing the silence,
Which is created by my heart's nothingness.
And amplified by this feeling of loneliness.
I then rest my case closed,
Silence is violent and I am sure.