Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden

A Poem by Heather

No matter how hard I kick,
I fight,
I resist.
I fall right back into it.

How can the notion of “nothing” feel so welcoming?
Something I can never experience,
Yet  I would rather it’s long, bony arms wrap me up,
Its cold hands grab me,
Its icy breath tickle my soul.
I want it to tell me lies,
That it will all be “ok”.
The idea of a sweet nothing gives me more hope than this,
This excuse of a human,
Pathetic excuse at trying.

Yet there’s no one I can blame,
For silent screams don’t get heard.


© 2016 Heather



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Silence isn't golden when you're holding things inside... But is there anyone to tell who will understand?

Another powerful write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

1 Year Ago

I guess sometimes it's better to suffer alone, even though in the long run you'll be worse off. Than.. read more
the title suits the poem brilliantly! loved this one!
keep writing :D

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

1 Year Ago

Thank you! I'm glad! :D
All very good write and read. Thank you for sharing....:))))))

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

1 Year Ago

Thank you!
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

You are welcome. ....:)))))

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Heather
Heather

Birmingham, West Midlands, United Kingdom



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Well hello there. I'm Heather, I'm eighteen. Currently studying Creative and Professional Writing at the University of Derby. I can be quite harsh, and am quite the pessimist. I'm not a big people.. more..

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