9.18.12 (easy)

an anvil
has fallen
from my throat
to my stomach;
from my heart,
from my head,
to my core.
silence,
for the sake
of being,
for the sake,
of most.
turning off
the voice
inside
that is screaming,
for the one
that cares not
of false sentiment.
tuning in
to the voice
that speaks
of easy times,
of coasting,
of apathy,
of words that float on water.
untrue,
but easy.