The Silence

Waiting

Unsaid words linger in the air

Clinging to the unknown,

Grasping for release

Envy

I long to resemble the invisible 

To be the outsider-

For once, then

Finally

You speak aloud the words assumed

Cutting through the night

Wounding my heart

Yet

I know you’re in the right

Our problems have elevated

High beyond reach 

Still

I can’t seem to let go

Something keeps me connected

Cant get free

Convinced

We’re living art displayed for all 

But only we understand

The real meaning

Now

I wait in the silence again

Pretending to be okay

You know better

Please

Say everything will be just fine

“You’ll always be mine”

Stuck in my head

Remember

We were lost in the illusions

That nothing else mattered

Reality took over

Life

Flooded our dreams

Drowned our love

Stole every once of what we had

Now all that’s left,

All that we have to call ours,

Is lost in

The silence

Reviews

[N!LoC]

oooo i love story/poems.... :-)

[LoveAlwaysJB]

This is just so touching, and esp love that only two people get with the entire world just judging can be the worst. Trying to live up to other expectations when love knows not even what to except....... other than endorphins that can't help but spark.

"We’re living art displayed for all
But only we understand
The real meaning"


Perfectly said, I'm in love with those few lines!

amazing job!

:)

[Anita Harris]

I appreciate your kind words! Thank you! :)

[Joshua Lean]

Beautifully penned.

[Anita Harris]

Thanks, Joshua :)

[Whiskurz]

A very well written piece...a Great read my friend....Whisk

[Anita Harris]

Very much appreciated. Thank you!

[Joan*Eckhart]

The last stanza really got me. This was a wonderful read.

[Anita Harris]

Thank you, Joan. I'm glad you like it! :)

[Lonesome Traveler]

That last few lines: "Now all that's left, All that we have to call ours, Is lost in The silence". They really connected with me, very poignant. I thought it had meditative but flowing structure all the way through, which I liked (:

[Anita Harris]

Well, thank you, Lonesome Traveler!

[Muhammad Qasim]

The flow is smooth and it was a fun deep and poetic read!! nicely done...keep it up

[Anita Harris]

Thank you!

[Muhammad Qasim]

it was..indeed..a pleasure to review this piece :)

[Anita Harris]

And that means a lot to me! xx :)

[Muhammad Qasim]

haha! it always does. to everyone including me.. xx ^.^

[Anita Harris]

Yeah! aha. I feel as though most people (writers, artists, anyone with a craft that they have a passion for) have that little voice in the back of their head telling them they're not good enough. So when we get wonderful reviews, like yours, it drowns out that little voice. It gives us reassurance that we are good at what we love to do. :D

[Muhammad Qasim]

i know the feeling .... it's simply great. bt still good work needs to be praised. tha simply the thing... :)

[Muhammad Qasim]

that is*

[Anita Harris]

Very true! xx

[Muhammad Qasim]

:-)

[Everett DeValle]

WOW...I'll agree with Lorry, just wow...I was lost in your words...and that's what I love about Poetry. Not much to critique here, accept very beautiful.

[Anita Harris]

Aw, thank you very much! That means a lot :)

[Everett DeValle]

You are so very welcome, Anita. :)

[Distant horizons]

Gentle, yet at the same time, powerful. Lost in the thought that waiting to hear the silence end, only for it to renew the silence, is torture to the mind. Beautifully written. thought provoking.

[Anita Harris]

Thank you very much!

[Distant horizons]

Welcome :-)