Cold Walls

Cold Walls

A Poem by clairvoyantmars

She cries the loneliness away

And shouts accusations in her head

They echo back into her shadows

And pulse throughout her empty shell

Their voices sound inside her mind

Her quiet pleas are left unheard

T’was such her lonely world

She walks with placid routine

No aimless step wasted

Such beauty, they say, such power

But they hear not the cries in her head

The heavy cloud she carries

The secrets no one knows

All they see is her carefree smile

I’m haunted, she whispers to herself

She returns to her place of solace

Back to the walls who have seen her tears

No warmth in their touch

No words of comfort for the sobs they hear

Such pitiful routine

Such sad regress

Just sleep my darling

And don’t touch the walls

The chills in their touch will creep in your dreams

Just sleep….

© 2011 clairvoyantmars

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Nice flow and rhythm... It was a pleasure to read

Posted 8 Years Ago

This makes me think of how I'm feeling now, myself. This poem is so incredibly powerful and real. It so effortlessly recreates the emotion that too many of us feel, but because of that, this poem is even more amazing. Fantastic job.

Posted 10 Years Ago of your best..deep and mind riveting..reminds me of something I wrote years ago..Valentine

Posted 11 Years Ago

Stunning write.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Such a great poem so real. I can feel the pain and sadness she felt.

Posted 12 Years Ago

This is a great piece, I love the wording.

Posted 12 Years Ago

"She walks with placid routine
No aimless step wasted"
I love this wording/phrasing. Melodic and succinct.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Great one

Posted 12 Years Ago

we live with what we can..what we can we let go of..sometimes we dont want to let go of things that bring us pain..perhaps because they bring pleasure as well ..perhaps because we want to feel something even pain..perhaps because we fear where we would be without these things..when you figure it out let me know.

Posted 12 Years Ago

This reminds me of a tormented person whether it be from the inside or on from external torture it doesn't matter for the words sing a song of sadness the cuts clear to the soul

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on June 30, 2011
Last Updated on June 30, 2011




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