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Silence
It's a secret, striking silence
and you really want to scream
but bone fingers strangle you as you run away.
Like a darker deeper silence
that makes you want to bleed,
like a smaller tighter silence
and you see it in your dreams,
and you want to keep on running, but you have to stop and breathe.
It's a breathless kind of silence, with bone fingers around your neck.
And you try to keep on running, and you try to gasp for breath.
It's a deadly kind of silence, where you want to go to sleep,
and it's a dying kind of silence when the fingers release and you go limp.
and you really want to scream
but bone fingers strangle you as you run away.
Like a darker deeper silence
that makes you want to bleed,
like a smaller tighter silence
and you see it in your dreams,
and you want to keep on running, but you have to stop and breathe.
It's a breathless kind of silence, with bone fingers around your neck.
And you try to keep on running, and you try to gasp for breath.
It's a deadly kind of silence, where you want to go to sleep,
and it's a dying kind of silence when the fingers release and you go limp.
Published 23rd May 2015
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23rd May 2015 9:57pm
This poem almost reminds me of a nightmare, of the night terror variety actually. Some nightmares can be powerful like that! I used to have ones like that when I was growing up, but once I confronted the source of my fears then the nightmares no longer persisted. But oh, before we do confront them they can seem powerful indeed! And your amazing poem illustrates this idea equally powerfully. :) Of course, silence itself can sometimes hold terrors all its' own! And your poem evokes that well also. :D
25th May 2015 2:41pm
