If Silence

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write,

releasing my one life line

and extinguishing the shine.

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write.

Yet, again I will find violence

in the peacefulness of silence.

Silence is peace, I heard them say.

Silence is sleep at the end of the day.

Silence is love and silence is life.

Silence is the sound of a slicing knife.

Silence is manic, and silence is death.

Silence is a man after his last breath.

Silence is an infection; it is a disease.

Silence is one enemy never appeased.

My mind is a desert for thoughts to roam.

Interestingly, it's a comfortable home

for all kinds of desires and wants and needs.

Do I have good thoughts? Maybe, but they don't succeed.

The faces I see are blurred and lonesome,

making me wish that I had known some

more about the way life works.

Nowadays, it's all berserk.

I fade back to how it used to be

when I let loose sayings carelessly

as if I was untouchable, infallible, unstoppable.

Once upon a time, maybe, but now it's quite plausible

that I was nothing more than a big-headed teen

who found a way to weave words interestingly.

Repetitive phrases and alliteration

made me grow a nation, get a new vocation.

Problem is, everything was inside my head.

Now my head is under attack as I lay in bed... 

Silence is peace, I heard them say.

Silence is sleep at the end of the day.

Silence is love and silence is life.

Silence is the sound of a slicing knife.

Silence is manic, and silence is death.

Silence is a man after his last breath.

Silence is an infection; it is a disease.

Silence is one enemy never appeased.

They say listen to the best voice

but I don't really even get a choice.

From the time I wake to the day I forsake,

my mind is under the powers of an earthquake.

I stop to listen, hope to perceive.

The world spins 'round me; I want to leave.

Give me                                                   Everyday since, the silence 

noise pressed 

and give me into my heart, into my 

pain lungs, until I feel it's 

but please take the just 

silence begun and 

away. I 

I cannot sleep; I cannot will wait and I

rest. will die

as I sing a soft 

lullaby.

Silence is peace, I heard them say.

Silence is sleep at the end of the day.

Silence is love and silence is life.

Silence is the sound of a slicing knife.

Silence is manic, and silence is death.

Silence is a man after his last breath.

Silence is an infection; it is a disease.

Silence is one enemy never appeased.

They say quiet is silent.

I find it is more violent.

I can find no peace in it;

there is no release in it.

What is the benefit of sleep

if it only makes you weep?

Or the joy you find in death

if it brings more silent breaths?

When you run from shadows still,

and you stray from the windowsill,

trying to avoid the light

you cower in the night.

But shadows abound there,

creeping closer everywhere.

There is no escape in life.

There is no escape in death.

And I know that quiet kills,

and I know that violent thrills

await me while I know

that to silence I go.

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write,

releasing my one life line

and extinguishing the shine.

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write.

Yet, again I will find violence

in the peacefulness of silence.

Author's Note

If any of you faithful readers read through the very lengthy poem to the end, then perhaps you will have an idea of the silence I speak of. To those who finish, well done. This is no easy thing to read. To those who don't finish, fret not. This is no easy thing to read.

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

:) I finished it.
I think I know the silence you speak of but I'm always way to tired to listen to it. Then I wondered if listening to music would help and I liked the line about singing a soft lullaby.
Quite daunting I thought - but great poem nonetheless.
Keep smiling :)

[Not here]

thanks :) glad you enjoyed

[Amy R]

wow, took me awhile to read, and i can surely relate to this!
such meaningful poem.

[Not here]

thank you, and yeah srry its so long but some things need to be

[Amy R]

don't be sorry, its okay :) and ur welcome dear!