Suffering in Silence the Days Are Packed With Loneliness

Inspired by The Boy Least Likely To, Stockholm Monsters, Love Me If You Dare and Where the Wild Things Are. A childlike poem packed with loneliness like adults childishly suffering in silence.

Bear in mind we're not mad the world is just mad,

Just a kid again escaping into stories all but still tortured.

We suffer for the things that we're too embarrassed to talk about,

There is less life in crowds but I want to turn everyone into small animals.

Less brave the days are packed with bottled up and boxed up feelings.

After all we've seen the world wakes from a dream,

Wanting to hide but finding ourselves in a stronger world.

Bad luck is just the way it goes yet we avoid cracks but jump into puddles;

Promises get broken but tug o' war pulls the world apart in two,

Not feeling like playing and yet we hopscotch in and out of dreams.

Staring out of windows all day we can't hopscotch our own minds,

Pretending to be okay, once we used to look forward to going home.

Modern life makes me dislike people and prefer nature.

Whatever we've done is not enough

(Time goes around your two faces twice)

Whatever we haven't done seems too much. 

The world doesn't wait for us even though no-one stops learning.

The wind only whispers of jealousy and hate. 

Rain comes down and stops our games,

Made to go inside we only age indoors.

Endlessly talking about silly things,

Talk for the sake of talk to avoid real life.

The same old stories on and on just makes life more lonely

Pretending nothing's wrong, once we slept and woke up old.

Just bear in mind the world doesn't shrink things just become duller,

Ghosts of childhood play and tease has the world just makes us cruel.

Grown men are just little boys suffering in silence,  

There is less life in crowds but insecurities stab you like the winter.

Shelves stacked full of worries the days are packed with loneliness.

 

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Apr 25, 2011

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Reviews

[These Haunted Hallways]

Wow, excellent piece here!! Plenty of meaning in everything here. We always think about the past and the future, and definitely the present. Also the wishings of what we could've done better to improve things and stuff. And i believe it brings everything back to the main question: What's the meaning of life? Great piece!

M.

[L'Enfant Terrible]

One of your best ones I'd dare to say, the subject promised a lot and it fullfilled it in many aspects.

I like the ambivalence of it, on how you jump from the childhood alusions to the adulthood present and that nothing can't change what we did back in the day, is in our own mere essence.

[Rose Masen]

Wow. This so full of a passion that invokes so many things. It has GOT to be one of my favorites. Several lines in this were amazing- and, to me, could have stood alone and created a whirl wind of strength. Amazing piece!

[KAREN]

Excellent read and write! Alot of things going on here, thoughts that makes the mind think!

[sarah]

this picture is amazing and goes perfectly with the poem!!

[Cassandra D.]

tHis was soo wonderful and worth reading.
I thought this poem was filled with great emotion.
Simply loved it.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i agree, the words, the emotion, the messages.... everything about this is soul bindingly good!

[Kes]

I love the last stanza so much. It's so true. People frown at children for their lack of dignity and their huge expressiveness. But i think we find that once you've learnt to hold back emotions, you don't really know how to be free anymore.
Great write - really enjoyed it.

[SpokenWord]

This was very good images with a nice message that takes me back to younger days when the world was smaller and much simpler. Excellent write!

[Stef Outsiders]

WOW.... speechless... really I'am! but I do have something to say, just, amazing work!

[Poeticadia]

This reminds how children as so much more in tune with the world than us, before they learn to expect reality and become socially conditioned to avoid embarrassment. The child inside is longing for escape in adulthood… great poem… and love the idea that “we avoid cracks but jump into puddles;”