Forced Silence

Sometimes I talk too much.

I frequently like to talk a lot
I go and go and never stop

People tell me to be quiet
However, I am rarely silent

One day someone took a needle

Sharp and tall as a steeple

And sewed my lips together shut

There was nothing I could do, but

I can clearly remember the stinging pain
And the hurtful things they said remain

One day the strings had broken free
I could do and talk as I pleased

But something made me pause for a second
What it was I don't quite reckon

All I know is ever since that day
Pain is in every word I say.

Author's Note

Not much to say. Comments?

Reviews

[Nick.B]

I can relate to this, pain can be hidden in different masks, one can laugh his problems away while another is sitting all silent keeping everything to himself, great job

[Miranda Richard]

Thank you for the review :)

[Amanda Naomi]

wow!! i love this poem so much!!!

the act of sewing the lips shut is so much more than a needle and thread to me.

I can absolutely relate to the line "And the hurtful things they said remain" as I tend to speak before my mind tells me not to, I end up saying things I don't mean sometimes, but people often retaliate and it hurts me, causing me to feel "Pain is in every word I say"

Absolutely beautiful, you definitely have a way with words!!

[Miranda Richard]

Thanks. You see, I talk a lot as well-and people rudely tell me to hush and then mean things slip out. so I decided to write about it. I'm glad you can relate.

[Joan*Eckhart]

This was a very interesting poem. What was your inspiration for it? If you don't mind me asking.

[Miranda Richard]

Thanks, and I suppose real life experiences.

[Draven]

This really interesting, and the imagery is as awesome as it is creative.

[Miranda Richard]

Imagery? I thought there was none. Thank you again :)