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.

[Kiri Nells]

You really did well putting a visual parallel into our souls and minds. I love how most of these were childish, as if we were a child within. Great work!
Kiri

[Angela]

I know I probably shouldn't have but your line"Bad luck is just the way it goes, we avoid cracks but jump into puddles" made me laugh how true of children and adults!
The rest however makes my heart ache"Talk for the sake of talk just to avoid real life" OUCH. There is so much truth to this poem and it is well crafted. A pleasure.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

Wow this poem blew me away........ some powerful thoughts here......I still avoid stepping on cracks in the side walk....... and what would happen if i did step on them..... who knows..... i dont want to find out LOL...... this was a thought provoking poem...... Loved it!!!! I think we have all felt like this at one time or another.... Grown men are just little boys,suffering in silence.............. I believe this is true. and sometimes grown women are like little girls suffering as well. sorry for rambling on........