Remembrance Sparked

November 24, 2010
By getsetpirouette BRONZE, Ellicott City, Maryland
getsetpirouette BRONZE, Ellicott City, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"Sadness is easier because its surrender. I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free."

Night has fallen, as have I

Light has faded, as have I

Every whimper has been Silenced

Every cry of sorrow quelled

And suddenly

It's quiet.

The Silence makes me squirm

With the way it screams the truth

And how it sparks remembrance

Of days long since past

I cover my ears to escape

The deafening sear of nothing

And find only more Silence.

It wraps an arm around me

It whispers in my ear

Attempts to comfort me

But its efforts only seem as

Stabs of recollection

Tainted, twisted with reality

I open my mouth to whisper


But my lips are trembling

An unseen force hold me captive

Forces Silence upon me

It doesn't want me to kill

The false comfort and serenity

Brought about by

Silence's charming whispers

And promises of a better tomorrow

I want to question it

Ask if it's true

Or if I'm just placing my heart

Into empty promises

But no

I can't

I hate the feeling pulsing through me

That Silence alone emits

I'm afraid. It makes me sick.

When night falls and life's sounds die

I feel alone.

So, though Silence brings with it

Only remembrance sparked

And twisting pain,

I accept his company

So I won't have to be

Alone with Solitude.

That's one thing I'm not ready to face.

Every night fallen cold

I face the Silence grudgingly

Not able to suffer it

Too attached to dispel it

Silence projects painful remembrance

With sickeningly vivid detail

And no matter how hard I try

I'm as a hopeless, lone figure

Against an avalanche of thoughts

Of memories

Of love

Yet I don't try to flee

But accept it solemnly

Knowing I need the memories

The tears and the laughter

To have the strength to survive

Silence's bitter kiss

And his attempts

To break me

To stop me

To make me lay down in surrender

I won't let it bring me

To my knees

I'm not that weak

But still

I'm not strong enough

To release myself

From Silence's cold grip

And speak

What plagues my thoughts

What has corrupted them

For as long as I can remember


I will win this battle.

Silence shall not break me.

The author's comments:
I wrote this one night when I couldn't sleep because there was a lot of stuff on my mind, and the silence was, for some reason, really glaringly obvious that night.

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