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Mar 2016
i sit here
flooded by the silence
as it penetrates through my skin
and reaches the far depths
of my very being

i sit here
disturbed by the rallying cries
of my innermost thoughts
i've kept hidden
since time immemorial

i sit here
as my realizations come to me
each bringing its own kind of pain
like needles of different sizes
pricking each layer of my skin one by one

i sit here
embracing the torment each one provides with open arms
and for once, i bask in these emotions
these feelings that had been haunting me
instead of distracting myself just to run away from them

i sit here
at first gently breaking the silence
with the sound of my own breath, speeding up
then my voicee exploding- letting my feelings be known
to the empty void around me

i sit here
finally happy, content
because in those short, fleeting moments
i didn't have to pretend to be numb
to all the pains in my life
2am work ok, silence is my friend
Written by
Nath Rye  unexplored territories
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