The Silent Ramblings of the Mad

The Silent Ramblings of the Mad

A Poem by Evangeline

Suddenly,

silence.

The whiskey dulled my tongue,

I could feel the words boiling over,

The anger and terror,

Paralyzing depths of the ocean in my chest,

and suddenly,

silence.


Suddenly,

silence.

It was my war of broken bones and glass.

In the room crucial to character development,

Where the door was half broken down,

and the other leaned on my shoulders,

while the screaming and hurt,

    and then suddenly,

silence.


Suddenly,

silence.

The whiskey burns my ears,

where there once was courage stands

an endless mountain of a molehill,

and the vicious words and the small words,

they all become the summit.

All the jabs and pokes and prods that slice deeper

    than they’ll ever understand,

all I can do is stand motionless and hope their aim

    hits the sweet spot and suddenly there will be

silence.


Suddenly,

silence.

In that place I dig so far into my skin the blood runs freely,

and I wish I could dig myself that deep into the earth,

Where they’ll forget me for a time while I slowly dig deeper,

nails splintering and bones rubbed raw,

desperate to find the paralyzing depths of the ocean I felt in my chest.

When I find it I’ll fall into the nothing of myself,

to them my screams will sound as loud as my

silence.


Suddenly,

silence.

After going toe to toe with the person who closest resembles myself,

After the deafening roars,

And gnashing of teeth and slashing of claws.

And looking into the eyes of a recognisable monster,

He leaves behind an empty shell

     of silence.


Suddenly,

silence.

I make my finger gun,

And pull the finger trigger,

No click no explosion no panic

Just the deafening roar of

silence.

© 2016 Evangeline



Author's Note

Evangeline
Something out of my usual style

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When you've FELT a sound so LOUD all you hear is ...silence... you learn you CAN understand many things.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I tell people, "You don't become a better writer within the Tupperware of who you are," and this is a PERFECT example ("Something out of my usual style"). The world of writing is far more vast and permitting than what we know and approve.
That being said, there are lines of pure brilliance here. A provocative piece I'm compelled to revisit (which is rare in itself).
Thanks for the 100/100 share!



Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on April 22, 2016
Last Updated on June 28, 2016
Tags: Depression, silence, coping, poetry, desperate

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Evangeline
Evangeline

Moved From San Francisco to the Middle of Freaking Nowhere, WY



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I'm taking all of the Aspynn stories and compiling them into a series of chapters. My account is becoming a little claustrophobic from his evil. In the meantime, any odd ideas that I have that don't.. more..

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