Poetry I wrote on the spot/ White Noise

its suffocating that feeling of emptiness
that feeling which surrounds my quiet,
silent thought.
My throat feels scratchy, my ears are popping
from the thundering echo of silence in my head.
Where has chaos gone too?
Where have your calming words gone,
your words can only break the silence.
Your voice in a sea of a thousand voices,
your voice alone can end this unbearable state.
Where have you gone?
You the one who comforts my deepest fears
You the one who knows the hidden corners of
my soul.
You are busy, waiting idly by, like the millions of others.
Its obscene the way humanity would rather be an audience to
endless nightmare than stop it from coming.
You, your eyes like car headlights seep out of the rows of spectators.
You alone can be the salvation of me.
And then it happens, you speak,
"Hi..."
With one word you have ended the silence,
Answered my secret prayer,
captured my heart and soul,
all through the power of the English Language,
All through the power of your words which grasp
my attention,
snares my heart.
You have set it a beat
no more quiet only the drum
resonating from my chest with each
magical utterance that escapes your lips.