The Thieving Creepy-Crawly That Keeps You Up at Night

The silence that is more than just silence,
It creeps inside you
And takes up residence,
Crushing all ambition,
Pushing aside blossoming ideas,
Slicing through thoughts of screaming
For all the world to hear,
Hammers the creativity until it is no more
Than a pile of rubble surrounded by wisps
Of ideas that almost were,
But never will be.
The silence that is more powerful than
Any onslaught of angered speech,
More moving than any concerto,
More gripping than any expression of emotion,
More intense than anyone can ever understand,
It slips beneath your mind,
Wraps its slippery tentacles around
Your brain and begins to weasel out
Any plans for escape,
Any plots for new stories,
Any character developments,
Any hints of a cliffhanger,
Any split-second flashes,
Of any idea that you have ever had,
It squeezes the life out of each and every brainchild
Until you are completely and utterly
Alone in the house that is your home,
The home being your mind, your soul,
Your center for all things creative.
Until finally the slimy feelers slip off into the distance,
Pulling the still-struggling bodies of your ideas
In their grasp.
And it slithers back into its lair,
Adding the fresh corpses to its towering pile,
And curling up in the midst of dying aspirations,
Dried-out desires, and fading fantasies,
As it plans its next attack on your mind.

Author's Note

I would love feedback on the flow of the poem, along with how clear its meaning. Any other comments would be appreciated as well!

Reviews

[Karmee]

A very creative write here, love your imagery.

[ManasaC]

I could envision all that the poem talked about, very descriptive and I love the subtlety of the melancholy in the poem. Well Done!

[Lauren_The_Awesome]

The flow of the poem is great. This is very mesmerising and beautiful. Very good job :)

[B.J]

The flow is so direct, creates a feeling of life and how it attacks the mind. I love it. I could see the meaning behind it all.