SILENCE

Silence.
I looked around myself,
in me...and around myself...
no noise,
no voice,
none at all...
silence!

Where were the blood-curling screams,
of agony, of pain...of parting grief,
where were the sounds of cruel laughter,
where was the wink of deceit?
SIlence?

Within me,
I felt myself,
alone...like I never had...
no aim, no goal, no desire or want...
the breaths coming in,
without a sound!
SILENCE!

Oh! Silence,
where are you now?
For this world torments me so,
and leaves behind with me,
a scar, a wound, a slash, a burn...
torturing me,
gifting me sorrow!

Silence,
Now I call to thee,
come forth now,
and quench the noise,
with your omnipresent self,
and give to those who torture and torment,
the meaning of peace,
the meaning of SILENCE.

Author's Note

Its so bad, isn't it, that we have very few places in the world where silence truly exists...even the heart is throbbing mercilessly!

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

I can really relate to this poem. There were periods in my life where silence ruled and I was so utterly alone with only myself and silence. And then there are periods where the demons in my life have completely taken over, leaving scars and causing so much noise that I have begged again for silence. As I read this, I could see my life unfolding in your words. Excellent job!

[River Page]

I really like this poem. The content is absolutely perfect, beautiful really. The formatting isn't really my style. But hey, there are not rules in poetry. Thats what makes each wrier unique. Great job, once again!

[saunved]

Thanks a lot RP!

[Paul Aleman]

Nice contrast between noice and silence. I believe that to understand something we must observe its polarity.

[saunved]

Yeah...that's true indeed!