Humming

This is a poem I wrote about a friend who comitted suicide.

We’re all under bell jars

(Like jars with little bells on them)

Vacuum packed with silence stuffed hastily into the cracks

The kind of silence that hums

Like a note on a string, stretching, curling like smoke

Allowed to play into the quiet

That kind of a silence

And I feel there should be a dam somewhere

A dam that’s stretched to the full

Bursting out into the unsuspecting open

The very earth teeth-clenched and tear-drenched under its weight

But the reservoir is empty

Not even aware it should be holding water

I feel like a tresspasser, like some kind of interloper

The bell ringing over my head

Every time I take a step

Like I have any right to these words as they drip from the faucet in your kitchen

Into the basin and down the drain

Through the maze of plumbing that lies underneath

I’d like to toss my ring in and listen to it clink against the rusty old pipes

But it’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it?

(Isn’t it?)

For sound means naught to the hole in the dirt in my backyard

Where the earth is swallowing itself whole.

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

Suicide is hard to deal with...and I am truly sorry for your loss, because I can truly sympathize. My cousin who I adored felt unloved by his parents just because he loved boys. This was beautiful and brought tears to my eyes. I think it is very theraupetic to write out your feelings so they are not all bottled up inside. This is 100/100!

[Kesha]

This is very good! I wouldn't change a thing! :D Very nice :)