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the echo of unspoken sound
The sound of a soccor ball
kicked against a brick wall
speaks louder than I do
in the lamp lit darkness
I am the silence of daylight
I am the unspoken rage
I am the cracking sobs behind
closed curtains and locked windows
because I can't bear the outside world
seeing the cracks in my facade
I live like I'm strong
I smile like I'm incapable of breaking
I dream in technicolor nightmares
and wonder why I can't sleep
I'm the caffeine high
that's one more cup
away from a panic attack
I'm the memory of cigarettes
nostalgic and hostile in my lungs
sinuses full off ash
and tomorrow's depression
The sound of a soccor ball
kicked against a brick wall
speaks louder than I do
I wanna be slammed against a wall
sweaty and alive with adrenalin
I want to feel the fight
blaze through my veins
and find a release
that doesn't end with my fist
through a plastered wall
I want to shine so brightly
the darkness is burnt out of me
and freedom comes like a new dawn
with the promise of a hope
so tangible I can taste
the bittersweet beauty of it
The sound of a soccor ball
kicked against a brick wall
speaks louder than I do
© Indie Adams 2022
kicked against a brick wall
speaks louder than I do
in the lamp lit darkness
I am the silence of daylight
I am the unspoken rage
I am the cracking sobs behind
closed curtains and locked windows
because I can't bear the outside world
seeing the cracks in my facade
I live like I'm strong
I smile like I'm incapable of breaking
I dream in technicolor nightmares
and wonder why I can't sleep
I'm the caffeine high
that's one more cup
away from a panic attack
I'm the memory of cigarettes
nostalgic and hostile in my lungs
sinuses full off ash
and tomorrow's depression
The sound of a soccor ball
kicked against a brick wall
speaks louder than I do
I wanna be slammed against a wall
sweaty and alive with adrenalin
I want to feel the fight
blaze through my veins
and find a release
that doesn't end with my fist
through a plastered wall
I want to shine so brightly
the darkness is burnt out of me
and freedom comes like a new dawn
with the promise of a hope
so tangible I can taste
the bittersweet beauty of it
The sound of a soccor ball
kicked against a brick wall
speaks louder than I do
© Indie Adams 2022
Published 21st Feb 2022
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21st Feb 2022 11:54am
21st Feb 2022 12:41pm
Yes, I venture to say we all, at one time or another, hear the echo of unspoken sound. Great A+ poem. Thanks for sharing, Oral
21st Feb 2022 5:58pm
This is that self-revealing rawness that runs through your work....it's the difference between nudity and nakedness.
Taking your clothes off just reveals another socialized layer....stripping past your defenses is vulnerable....emotionally intimate....it's not self-indulgent....and not self-martyring.....to be disclosing and open. It's down right sexy to be real. Thank you.
Taking your clothes off just reveals another socialized layer....stripping past your defenses is vulnerable....emotionally intimate....it's not self-indulgent....and not self-martyring.....to be disclosing and open. It's down right sexy to be real. Thank you.
21st Feb 2022 11:58pm
I don't know exactly how to explain it but this really resonated with me.
23rd Feb 2022 4:05am
This is very strong in showing your vulnerability. Most of us can relate.
Well written. I feel the frustration through the lines. Great job.
Well written. I feel the frustration through the lines. Great job.
