The Killing Sounds

September 4, 2010
By MaketheFlame GOLD, Queens Village, New York
MaketheFlame GOLD, Queens Village, New York
12 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Like an angel with two broken wings. Reach for the sky again. Like the devil, meant for better things. I will find my place on high"


Silence longs to be where it belongs
In the grave is where silence goes
And each piece
And each layer
That builds in the recesses
Tugs him there
More
And more
As invisible hands
Rise up in a stop sign
As red lights turn in their eyes
As he finds that eardrums are barricaded
So he shouldn't waste the sound-waves
The silence no longer fits
In the recesses
And overflows
taking the whole of him
Silent as the grave

Now he stands stock still
And frightened
At where his body pulls him
One hand reaching for
the graveyard gate
Another trying to pull it
Frantically back

There is an image
Infiltrates his mind
From the silence possessing
He takes up the shovel
And digs
To lay down
To be away from the world
That did not see him anyway
To sleep
And in such silence be forgotten
To sleep and in silence forget
That no one is listening


The author's comments:
The danger of isolation. When there is problem it needs to be shared. When there is a problem it needs to be spoken. In this imperfect world things happen and there are problems. Silence is deadly.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!