Blessed Quietness, What

this quietness i have presently it's not a form of deafness an absence of sound all around everything quiet not a sound silence a hum no beat of a drum no bumps or squeaks no vibrations stillness unmoved music ungrooved this nothingness created by sound it's lights darkness and scentless air it's reaching to feel yet nothing is there a tasteless void that leaves me annoid an empty barren collection of sences living alone i don't hear a phone or answer friendly letters nobody calls or cares if i fall and find that my heart has been shattered this numbing void was hard to avoid it came little by little each day what ever happened i don't know just one by one noises went away i long to hear the screams of children i moved so far away from i miss the shouting of restless teens that misguided generation i wish for once i'd married when i had the chance my long long search for peace and quiet has come to a terrible end if i could do it all again and have just one more chance id cherish all the noises and would have kept one good friend