The sheer emotion in this piece is what strikes me as the most inviting. You can nearly feel and hear this girl as she screams for release. Your flow is amazing, if a teensy bilt stilted. Personally, I believe this enhances the read. How can one create amazing, smooth rhythms when life itself does not work that way?
This speaks to me of depression and how being heard by others would help one to heal. Depression puts many people in bed where they cry many tears. The heart can feel so dead and silent and feel there is nothing left to care about, nothing to feel. Great write! Barbara
"Sleeping in silence/ Screaming inside/Wish you could hear me/So I can open my eyes"
I heard you, loud and clear. This was very well penned Jose. You have described your pain
very eloquently, from your thoughts, to the pen onto the page. Well done!
umm.. i have to say.. i loved it. It made me feel something new.. something i've never felt before. I don't really no what the feeling is but... i kind of liked it but it scared me at the same time. So.. pretty much what i'm saying here is... i loved it.
This brought tears and chills...you can feel the pain in the words - partly because I feel like this right now for other reasons - but I appreciate your work..and I'll be the first to say "Thank you..."
Nice use of metaphor. I read a lot of poetry describing depression, and usually it's not my thing, but this one really grabbed me. One thing, though... in the next-to-last stanza, I think you mean "there's" instead of "theirs." I could be wrong though, given the context.
Keep up the good work. =)
,,,the night is immense,,, and long and lonely and silent when going through whatever makes our hearts silently sob. the imagery here is intense and so personal. well done.
Great poem, nice format and flow! I had reoccuring nightmare's, you might like "Shadow Man". I actually learned to wake myself up during such a bad dream, when I woke I was always praying and it helped. Sleeping in silence/Screaming inside is an excellent way to describe what I know all too well! Luckily it's gone away!
If there be grief, then let it be but rain,
And this but silver grief for grieving's sake,
If these green woods be dreaming here to wake
Within my heart, if I should rouse again.
But I shall sleep, .. more..