Silence Canyon

Though the canyon I am buried in is a deep one, my calls receive no reply from these overbearing walls. My loudest cry seems to make absolutely no sound. I cast stones in the air but don’t hear their landing on the ground. I listen closely as I watch a lizard scramble up a dead tree, but when I hear no sound I know where I am and I don’t want to stay.



In silence canyon no words can be spoken that another can hear. No movement or action can be taken to disturb the absence of sound. The silence is so deafening that even remembering a sound is impossible. You can’t hear yourself speak, nor act, nor think.



I did not come here by choice, though I know how I got here and I wasn’t forced into coming. It was just a pit stop they said on the tour bus, somewhere to rest your feet and enjoy a little quite. They did however forget to mention what time to return to the group, and now I’m here alone, unable to call for help.