Friday 10 November 2017

SILENCE - (Word'S' series).









Silence is...

The sound that I listened to.
The steady pit-a-pats of drizzle
that gave the impression of flood...


Flood of thoughts,
Lots of 'probablys',
Myriad of 'should I(s)'.

The force was the strength that
put my feet in front.


The strength of my thoughts
propelled my unwillingness to
step into uncharted horizon-
Waters yet to be uncovered.


But...
I was stopped by the clamp
of fingers against my lips.
The pain of its imprints
dug holes into my confidence.


Be silent!!!
 

Don't speak!!!

My captor held my life,
as he held my tongue.



Silence-
The command given,
The dread felt,
The warning issued,
As the fear consumed.

The price to be paid for disobedience
was too great.
I swallowed my tongue,
and bent in defeated grace.


Inside my head,
my chattering ceased.
My body obeyed,
and my soul concurred.
The little light I held
dimmed into obscure darkness.


Before I could think it,
I had become what I did dread;
The walking dead.


I was living, but forever silent.

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