Screaming Silence

I was listening to the breeze today,started singing, and it was like I heard it saying: SHH, listen to the silence... and I had to write a poem with that sentence

Shh... listen to the voice,

Screaming loudly, torchering your sense,

Your mind is bleeding of that violence.

It's the weep of our silence.

How did we become so weak?

How did I lose your trust?
Why did you let your pride sneak

in our nest and come between us?

Don't you remember the time

When the roses grew red?

Why did you say that line

that made us both crushed and sad?

So, shh, listen to the silence's voice,

that screams in your head like you're haunted.
Come on, don't tell me you don't enjoy,

After all, that's what you wanted.

Reviews

[Aino A Järvinen]

By the gods, I find the best poets through Sami. What jewels these foreign friends of mine. "Screaming Silence" is an axiom for us all. Stop. Listen to the wind. We just might create something from it. I very much like line three, "Your mind is bleeding of that violence." Sometimes we just need to (forgive me Depeche Mode) Enjoy the Silence.

[Velida]

Thank you :)
Yes, silence is something so enjoyable, but there are points in time we question ourselves is it so silent in our heads because we're lonely and we don't know if we enjoy or suffer in silence....

[Sami Khalil]

A great read and write...:)

[Velida]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)