The sounds of sorrow :
soft whimpers under covers
late , late on a cold winter's night
Low moans of eternal pain
that one has tried to turn
into . . ."I forgot"
Long wails that are full
of fury and devastation
as a hurricane's whip cracks
The heart that has been
kicked and stomped
and stabbed to froth
Flipping pages of poetry
fanning the heat
of discourse
Long sighs
sitting in a swing
looking down . . .coughs
Hearing what other's think
what they say
in silence
The scrape of a mental shovel
digging deeper
trying to bury the past
Oh ! Of course !
the frustration of deliberations
throwing and shattering glass
Yelling in a canyon
but there are no echoes
bouncing back
The ******* sound
made from a razorblade
that is in your mouth
and then silence
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
The sounds of sorrow :
soft whimpers under covers
late , late on a cold winter's night
Low moans of eternal pain
that one has tried to turn
into . . ."I forgot"
Long wails that are full
of fury and devastation
as a hurricane's whip cracks
The heart that has been
kicked and stomped
and stabbed to froth
Flipping pages of poetry
fanning the heat
of discourse
Long sighs
sitting in a swing
looking down . . .coughs
Hearing what other's think
what they say
in silence
The scrape of a mental shovel
digging deeper
trying to bury the past
Oh ! Of course !
the frustration of deliberations
throwing and shattering glass
Yelling in a canyon
but there are no echoes
bouncing back
The ******* sound
made from a razorblade
that is in your mouth
and then silence
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