Haunting Silence

The Silence, so quiet and foul.

Annoying and cruel is he, taunting me with inaudible malice.

Oh how I wish Silence would leave.

For I may take my life should he grow quieter.



I hear him, yet to take his leave,
but long after he's finished his drink.
His tauntful malice, wakes my ears with painful soundless shouts.
As I fall into darkness, I cannot see, and all I hear is Silence
and his hurtful spite.

 

Author's Note

Edited version

Reviews

[Siobhan MacIntyre]

A very good poem, my son.

But if I may make one suggestion? In 5 of the 9 lines, you use the word "silence," and four of those are in a row. I think it would have more impact if you only used the word once or twice through the whole piece.

All-in-all, well done. ;-)

[~angelalala~]

i love this poem. very haunting, brilliant. silence can be a deafening roar. for in silence, we have nothing to listen to but our own thoughts. nice write.