Faithless Believer

Something I wrote a long time ago.

Life without sight

Bright, plentiful colours coming to naught,

Fading in the darkness of nothing,

Bumping into the obstacles that lie,

Preying on the blind,

No more sunrises, nor sunsets, nor flowers

Nor animals, nor man.

Such is the goodness of sightlessness

 

Life without sound,

Beautiful sounds lost in the hush,

Draining away in the deafening silence

Of the void, unable to communicate properly

With those that we love and hate,

No more laughter, nor voices, nor music,

Nor roar, nor shout

Such is the purity of silence

 

Life without voice,

Ideas and expressions diminishing hope,

Never expressed from birth of life to

The death of everything that we know,

Like life is being shown on mute

No more phones, nor microphones, nor words,

Nor whisper, nor scream

Such is the satisfaction of voicelessness

 

See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil,

These are the words of the gods,

Yet what good are the choices of God

If we are all alone in our pain?

Author's Note

General comments? I'm aware that it needs work.

Reviews

[Richard Layne]

Marie, welcome to WC! I'm actually new as well. I really like this and the expressions of see, hear, and speak. Your descriptions of these "acts" is quite beautiful. if i were to make 1 critique (what we're here for right?) is the last stanza. i love the ending line, if we are all alone in our pain, but it seems a little rushed to get there. Draw some more of your ideas out at the end. My take--very good poem!

[Distant horizons]

great write.