Obnoxious Silence

I hear the silence

ringing and ringing

like a siren

that will not cease.

All my troubles

consuming my soul,

clawing their way

into my grand desires

as I stare blankly

at the white walls

of this prison I call home.

I must let out my emotion.

I must release my troubles

and cleanse my soul

before it turns me

into the monster

I fear to face.

But who will hear it?

Who will respond

to my emotion in written form?

Who will answer

all the questions

continuously flowing

into my mind,

one after another,

when it is only me

and the obnoxious silence?

Author's Note

I kinda wrote this one on the spot. Let me know what you think!

Reviews

[w2de35657u687y4324rf]

I definitely think it could be elongated to better communicate the actual troubles and such of the voice. As it is we only have the knowledge that the voice is upset. I think that "obnoxious silence" as sort of an oxymoron, is an excellent way to communicate the voice's feelings on the absence of noise in its current state. If that is the sole focus of the poem I think you have done a stellar job. Bravo!

[Cassiopia Summers]

I like it. :) I think it's really good and you could even get more into it if you wanted. Or write more from it. :)