Inspired by FreeFly
The Dreadful Silence
Write a poem that could have this as its title or main theme.
(TW: The word "died"... like a lot. Reference to ED, SA, and a failed attempt.)
Your mothers stinging word
Glass shattering on the floor
Me ma then died
Rocky died after
Not seeing father
Being nervous at his door
Our relationship died
My hope died after
Our home is not a sanctuary
Being shut in with them
My motivation died
My grades died after
The memory of her hands
Scrubbing it all away
At the end of my resistance
I guess we blamed the distance
For the lack of love’s existence
I suppose it made no difference
And at the end of my line
You said that we were fine
But I still drifted away
I think back to those better days
I soaked in your favour and yet
Our love was a labour
That you never seemed to work
Even when I played the jerk
Until my working days were gone
In the end ...
In the house, a dreadful silence reigns,
As grief consumes and sadness remains.
Once filled with laughter and joy so bright,
Now echoes of paws, lost in the night.
A pet, a loyal friend, now gone away,
Leaving emptiness that words cannot convey.
No more playful barks or gentle purrs,
Only memories linger, heartache stirs.
The silence hangs heavy in every room,
A painful reminder of love's sudden...
I’ve been here, in this eerie waiting room lightly polluted with coarse leather seats for what’s felt like aeons.
My nerves rise with anticipation each hour, fabricating scenarios that I wished were pipe dreams.
No sound of rigid wheels on hospital beds squeaking down the hall. No sight of the worn cyan scrubs lightly splattered with blood. My mind escapes to wreak havoc amongst my peace.
It’s when you start asking questions that the walls begin to crumble
You start to think differently
learn to hate society
You probe for the truth.
The answers never seem to satisfy
they’re either lies or
so convoluted, they’re polluted enough to be sewage.
You wonder why you bother
the questions drive you crazy
They swirl around your brain burning holes through your skull
I’ll tune it out,
I don’t know how,
when it gets loud,
I’ll drown it down,
I’ll kill the sound.
The dreadful silence becomes more than I can bear.
The cries of violence in my thoughts have left me here.
The voices in my mind cannot be really there.
The empty sounds of me always just bring despair.
Why can I hear them?
Why should I fear them?
What should I call ‘em?
Man, I’ve got 99 p...
(Dunno why i used this promot but i needed to vent so )
Y'all excluded me
Made a new group chat
Planned without me
Now I won't deal with the fake c**p
Couldn't wait till next weekend
Or sometime I'm not busy
Instead you chose to be bad friends
And to be s****y
When I said I was free
One of you said I could come
Then the other said y'all already
Ordered tickets on your phone
I stand in a room
But it is strange
Because I don’t know where I am
But it was just silence
But that’s ok
Because at my house it was like this to
I am in this room because
Well I don’t know why
There are these people called doctors
They tell me this is temporary
I won’t be here forever
But I know that’s lie
Because when the doctors go out of the room
I here them talk
They say I’m insane ...
The sound of nothingness fills my head
As i stand here surrounded by the dead
Souls lost in a senseless fight
In a battle that raged through the night
Young men and woman in their prime
Struck down by violence before their time
The look of realization caked on their face
The glaze in their eyes hid any trace
Of the life that once ran through their veins
But at least their bodies are rid of the pai...
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