Silent Pain

Another great photo prompt from the noodlebumble, thanks! ♥

Silent pain screams volumes

in the middle of the night 

it blares like a herald'd trumpet

by day its sound blatantly echoes

lost the words to speak

or convey the angst within

stuck in a flutterby's cocoon

with no metamorphosis in sight 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Nothing is quite as frightening as midnight thoughts, as you so put it. They have no meaning, they have no pattern nor will they be able to be fathomed into recognizable constellations. The thoughts just exist, let themselves be known in deafening silence that could probably drive a person to insanity. Well done, fine portrayal indeed.
Might I also say the visual aid only enhanced my personal emotions drawn from the poem? The poem and the picture compliment each other well.

[Frieda P]

Alone in the dark, with dark thoughts, what could be more deafening, thanks so much for your gracious review Tai.

[Belle]

I was about to give review but when I scrolled down I've read Tai's comment. I cannot say more, he said it all.

Now this silent scream you have shouted to us will go to my favorite shelf. Thank you for sharing, Frieda.

[kdarcy]

Could not even daydreams haunt ? Its the darkness that has nowhere to run ... there is no hiding the inner shadows small but shouting voice. Well done, love the " echoes lost the words " line. The picture does suit the write very well, did you write to the picture ? or add it later ? Be well

[Joyce S. Greene]

Sometimes I hear my thoughts screaming at me at 2 AM, Frieda. I thought I was alone with that feeling. Thanks for sharing your experience with silent pain. You have made me feel less alone.

[Rob Santana]

First stanza is outstanding, you should make that one into a one liner. The image speaks volumes. Well written.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

What an amazing pic to compliment your words, Frieda!... it can be so dark, yet beautiful in the silence.
I oft wonder if it painful when one begins to change in their cocoon.

[Dye]

I always enjoy it when you get a little dark. Reminds me of those bad dreams where you scream, and scream but no sound comes out. I hate those. Great write with that image.

[Angel]

I've had dreams where I could not scream. I'd wake up, and couldn't remember what it was that had terrified me so...all I can remember is the horror of not being able to scream...
This poem feels a lot like those dreams.

[Diana]

The worst often come to this in the darkest hours of the night. Nicely penned, Frieda.

[Lydia Shutter]

The middle of the night when Morpheus is not kind is a playground for negativity....and nostalgic reflections. When those thoughts pour over into the daylight hours, they can color the day in dark tones. To escape them, yes, a metamorphosis is necessary. Often it is not forthcoming though. Profoundly sad emotions expressed well, Frieda. Lydi**

[Tarry Franck]

Loved the poem - the art and the song - great job my friend

[icelandicblue]

It feels like being caught in a spider's web where no one can hear your screams. This piece is very visceral and it leaves a residue of despair behind it.