You don’t talk to me

You don’t talk to me

 

   

I sit in this empty room,

not a lot is said,

feelings sit here,

wishing someone would listen.

 

But voices speak and say nothing,

alone in this room.

 

If you yelled,

no sound would be heard.

 

Could voices that have said nothing be heard?

 

But I thought…maybe for one day,

you would listen.

 

I’ll pack my bags…I’m not perfect,

but I need to go and let you find your way,

without me.

 

This house is lonely,

the empty voices that don’t speak,

I can’t live here in this house,

full of empty voices.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Very sad ditty Ron, deafening silences are the worst....

[ron]

Thank you Frieda.
Yes it can be the loudest thing never heard.

[lakki]

It'is hurting when you live with someone whom s/he never gets your true feelings , and what is there inside your mind. The situation where one have to explain everything , because no one will get him/her if s/he don't.
The result of this sitiuation is feeling alone when you're surounded by millions.
This is how I interpreted your piece, hope I'm not wrong. :)

[ron]

Thank you lakki.
You got the meaning of the poem right.

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is sad.You can b e lonely even when you are not alone.Well penned Red :)

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Yes sometimes we can.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome sir :)