Silence Is Golden

No matter how hard I kick,

I fight,

I resist.

I fall right back into it.

How can the notion of “nothing” feel so welcoming?

Something I can never experience,

Yet  I would rather it’s long, bony arms wrap me up,

Its cold hands grab me,

Its icy breath tickle my soul.

I want it to tell me lies,

That it will all be “ok”.

The idea of a sweet nothing gives me more hope than this,

This excuse of a human,

Pathetic excuse at trying.

Yet there’s no one I can blame,

For silent screams don’t get heard.

Reviews

[Unforgiven Guy]

Silence isn't golden when you're holding things inside... But is there anyone to tell who will understand?

Another powerful write.

[Heather]

I guess sometimes it's better to suffer alone, even though in the long run you'll be worse off. Thanks for reviewing, bud

[iamshadowine]

the title suits the poem brilliantly! loved this one!
keep writing :D

[Heather]

Thank you! I'm glad! :D

[Sami Khalil]

All very good write and read. Thank you for sharing....:))))))

[Heather]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:)))))