It’s through shallow eyes
And loose fingers
Which you grip the world
So much easier
To slip
Through my icy embrace
Than to accept
For a moment
My silence is not
For nothing
You see it
As sin
When I keep walking
Stepping over, on
And around
Peering with vacant eyes
And gnarled claws
With which to throttle the void
Choosing to fall
Into that frozen stare
To rage in defiance
For all of time
Against the accursed silence
The sinful blanket
That smothers
Threatening to walk away
Flee then coward
Avoidance a tool
In which to punish
The world

This piece was written with Mike from Mike's Manic Word Depot
If you haven't yet read any of his work, I would recommend you stop 
by his blog and check it out.  He is certainly one of the greater 
talents here on WordPress, and beyond.  A master of confessional 
poetry and prose.  Mike also has a book being released on March 1st 
called NOTCHES.  Keep an eye out for that.