i think i'll go mad
if i had to stay near
inside the very walls
that define family
the silence of talk
endless chatter driven
by days on end what
need is there for time
madness ending in
ovens, stoves with too
many pots. dishes in
piles of water. ample
life. perhaps i can
try but unlikely. sadly
relaxed and alone is
best. it all still exists
in a silence i can bear
