Silence Kills

What’s the point in shouting your name

When words can’t reach you, so you never came

Why do I still reach out to thin air

For a lingering touch that was truly not there

 

The stains on my pillow, rumpled sheets on my bed

Mem’ries play over and over inside my head

The endless ticking of the clock pushes me

Almost to the brink of insanity

 

The shadows engulf me, the loneliness keeps

The dreams from escaping as I fall asleep

The silence, it kills me, pulsing inside my head.

So I cover my ears and sing lullabies instead.

 

The moaning and wailing slices through the night

The shadows retreating to corners in fright

They hinder my dreaming and nightmares stop by

To torture my sanity until it dies.

Reviews

[lostboy]

in time we may all go insane..if the silence doesnt come at the right time.

[Jim]

Great use of sound and touch--the ticking of the clock, and the rumpled feel of the sheets.

[Calypso]

Wonderful!

[Poetic Beauty]

The ticking of the clock and be quite an annoying sound. It can drive us insane when we are waiting for something that may never come again. You have clearly stated this.

[Harold]

you are a gifted writer :D

[Poe Redd]

Oh. My gosh. I haven't truly loved a poem like I love this one in a loooong time. I thank you! Keep it up!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Silence may kill, but you write about it stunningly.

[Cassiopia Summers]

Wow, real great. Reveals the images well. It has nice flow, and read smoothly.

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

Wonderful reminds me of one of my favourite quotations -"Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see"  ~Antonio Porchia

[joshua deathdealer]

Yes this is grand!! Love it.