Its too quiet.

Her forever battle with the shadows of blackness.

It's too quiet.....
Silenced by fear.
Swollen with the unexplained wrath that hovers over this shattered soul.
Lost with in herself,
She quietly surveys the trolled.
Profound among discoveries she is forbidden to speak of.
The tattered mind solemnly awaits for time.
Her time.
Yet the watchtower has forgotten how to chime.
That brittle ticking inside her heart has fallen silent.
And it is too quiet....
Though they say change comes with the seasons.
Yet the leaves remain the same.
Absent, silent.
No color, transparent.
As does this soul
Vastly fading hope collides among the will of silence
The chaos changes with each word written.
And it is too quiet....
For the broken still lies broken.
The lost are left to be lost.
Growing wary, she closes the door and hides the key.
Reality settles her fear of change.
As the blackness pierces her heart,
The mere self reflection stares politely right on through.
She holds back as the reasoning proves its case.
Relying on her dreams the deliverance of truth
Her cries deafen the rise and fall of a contaminated mind
Steady in her stance, she welcomes her fate of self destruction.
Contemplating what the future owes her
Treading  the murky water, her feet ache.
The marked journey holds no prejudice for the weak.
It feeds off the folieadeux she lies entrapped in.
The deification held strong
And it is too quiet.
Then the subtle chant began to chime
Calling her to consummate the hidden past.
Gazing through the mist and blinded by the gleaming light.
She arose.
Tearing down the sterile silence she was cursed with.
The wretched pain she bestowed began to fade.
She clenched the burning black earth with her bare hands,
Panting back to that door
Realizing no key was needed to open this kind of door just the power of self will.
Turning the knob, fear clung tight to her chest,
"This belongs to you"
The shape shifting figure bellow his cries of failure.
Bleeding loss of his ultimate war.
He now whispered her hate
It is too quiet...

Author's Note

A rough draft ...

Reviews

[jenubouka]

The praise for this poem is so much appreciated. I have yet to amount to the magnitude of your writings. though I am inspired to compose more. Thank you.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

in depth fantastical ultrahuman soulscapes dipped in the honeywell of mandalic qualities~powerful writing!~

[Free Expression As Revo..]

Fantastically written.
The way it describes the girl's actions and emotions (as she tries to overcome depression? I never was good at interpretation) is so intense, it forces you to feel everything as she feels it.
Brilliant work, keep it up.