The art of silence

My heart was pounding out a code
and so my eyes were overflowed
You did not see my tears that fell
or the fact I had no voice to yell
A useless shout dribbled over my chin
in the form of a whimper quiet and thin
My eyes that were red and blurry now distant
A split second of thought and my head was vacant
Tingles like tiny flash-bangs in my brain
Exploding and causing my face to drain
of blood, of tears and all sensation
Foggy and numb for your declaration

Author's Note

if you're wondering, a flash-bang is a type of grenade that blinds and deafens those near it, instead of exploding shrapnel. Not that it is so important, just saying.

Reviews

[<3Destiny<3]

This was well writing .
i liked it actually .
but the one thing is ,
i dont think that It can not
be read by under 18s.
like i think it should be rated t .
because than more people would be
able to read it . and it may open there
eyes a lot more .

[Sasha]

Lol. I'm actually glad you cleared up what a flash-bang is as it's relevant to the meaning of this piece. I love a poem with a good rhyme / flow and this has both. I can easily see how mortified this person is over what the other person's said to them and thought your metaphors worked really well to bring that point across.