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Jun 2010
The clock stops
Time hits the brakes
Silence….nothing
My body stops
Mouth left breathing
Heart left beating
Eyes blurred
They focus
I see silence
….I see….silence
I feel like I am in a picture
Not a sound
Nothing moves
Glued to Earth’s body
I hear through silence
I hear what objects think
What are they thinking?
Do they think, what I do?
Do they hear, what I hear?
I hear the rumbling of Earth’s stomach
I hear the liquid in the air
I hear gravity’s hands pulling things in
I hear my mind spinning!
From hearings things you can’t hear!
IT’S LOUD!
SILENCE IS LOUD!
A sound more piercing then anything
It tries to drill into my skull
My head is vibrating
I SCREAM!
My sound mixing with silence
Like oil and water
It does not mix!
My voice hides
I can’t hear my voice!
I hear silence
I hear the silence….of silence!
THE PAIN!
THE NOISE!
THE………STOP!
I am left in a little ball
Shaking….waiting….
I listen….I hear nothing
But what am I hearing?
Am I hearing myself?
Am I hearing silence?
WHAT AM I HEARING?
I stretch out and look at the sky
I hear the wind hugging leaves
I hear the songs of birds
I hear myself breathe
The pain has vanished
Can sound be pain?
Can silence be pain?
Can silence….be sound?
©2002 Paul Celano
Posted 2010
Paul Celano
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Paul Celano
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