Midnight Mutes the Chiming

Midnight Mutes the Chiming

There’s nothing here

I’m surrounded by things and people

and entertainment that never ends

but there’s nothing here

My mind is empty

filled to the brim with stories

and movies and interesting facts

and I could pull from it and show you everything

but my mind is empty

There’s nobody near

they’re all around laughing and joking

and they’re waiting for me to say something

and I can interact with them

but there’s nobody near

My mind is a screaming silence

ideas bouncing through again and again

my room is filled with useless s**t

but I keep buying and buying 

my life is a world of loneliness

and all I have to do is reach out

But I can’t 

I can’t reach out and 

they don’t understand 

They say its an easy fix

Just do it.

Just be someone you’re not.

But I’m already doing that.

They’re all strangers to me

and they think they know me

how to fix me

but I’m a broken clock

and I keep bouncing between seconds

I’m fine I’m not I’m fine 

I’m not.

Reviews

[Elmarie]

Hi Audri I love your name by the way, always have. I really like this poem as I have had moments like that almost a numbness, an emptiness, not happy not sad, suspended in limbo. The search for that comforting happy connection with oneself starts indoors within our own hears and this poem clearly shows how the search from the outside does not fill you. It's a delicate balance finding an abundance of self love as our judgments on our beautiful spirits can sometimes be so harsh. These are my favorite lines from your poem:

but I’m a broken clock
and I keep bouncing between seconds
I’m fine I’m not I’m fine
I’m not.

You have a gift. I really love it!!! El :)