Silence Kills

What’s the point in shouting your name

When words can’t reach you, so you never came

Why do I still reach out to thin air

For a lingering touch that was truly not there

 

The stains on my pillow, rumpled sheets on my bed

Mem’ries play over and over inside my head

The endless ticking of the clock pushes me

Almost to the brink of insanity

 

The shadows engulf me, the loneliness keeps

The dreams from escaping as I fall asleep

The silence, it kills me, pulsing inside my head.

So I cover my ears and sing lullabies instead.

 

The moaning and wailing slices through the night

The shadows retreating to corners in fright

They hinder my dreaming and nightmares stop by

To torture my sanity until it dies.

Reviews

[Groovy]

Hey, I'm feeling this.
Well done!

[roy mccarthy]

great write,dark and dreary,
it flows perfectly too!

[unknown]

I actually love and enjoy silence but it does have the ability to kill.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A gardened and proved response for a poet, well done

[*[_Natasha_]*]

loved this :)

[Lily Mae]

"The stains on my pillow, rumpled sheets on my bed
Mem’ries play over and over inside my head
The endless ticking of the clock pushes me
Almost to the brink of insanity"

I just love this.. it's a path so many of us can relate to.. you've penned these emotions very well..x I love it..xx

[Silent Knight]

Very nice. I like the flow and the emotion in the words.

[clairvoyantmars]

very busy with school, but hope this has quenched your thirst for my poems a bit!! enjoooy!!

[The Cobra Lounge]

well penned, I missed you and your writing! Just taking a break I presume. :)

[Branch Isole]

The power of the mind's incessant activity described nicely here.