Time of Silence

Sometimes talking cant speak the language of the heart

Talking has no use for me now
My unspoken words can only be pondered
Inner termoil resides in a permanent site
I smile, I even laugh, I wear this mask
Socially isolated, I'm indestructible now
No words, no friends, oh how I love life!
My tounge is sore, tired of constant biting
Can't help it when a verbal drought has terrorized my mouth
All this pent up anger, all this compressed depression...
It'll have to make a debut along my lonely, winding road of silence
I do have a written voice, it appears on paper
But for now,
Only oxygen will pass through these lips of mine

Reviews

[Amber]

Super cool poem like always, i really admire the amazing way you can make a poem without the uhm, like rhyme stuff... i dont know how to do that... oh, and one more thing.. what does debut mean..? cause i have no clue what it means... anyways im rating one hundred!

[Daphnee]

You are too sweet, thank you!
And a debut is like a first time performance. Its like an introduction, a first appearance.

[Amber]

Oh ok thanks!