The Daily Post prompt is: silence. Appropriate for a migrainy day.
Silence slumbers on the far reaches,
Sand slips between clawing fingers,
And the pounding roar of the surf
Fills every hollow inside the skull.
Where does the darkness hide
When the night is full of light?
And the streetlights throb like open wounds,
Their gaudy lament jingle-jangling
On the hard glitter of the streets?
Silent sleep evades, furtive as cat shadows,
And the clanging of the night train,
Rollocking through the last tunnel,
Draws nearer and louder,
But though I wait with anguished withheld breath,
It never arrives.