It's in the silence when I cry.
The lonely silence when my tears are shed.
In the emptiness of my room.
I feel the most alone.
It feels like a tomb.
Cold and dank.
And I feel dead inside.
It's the silence that screams the loudest.
It's deafening!
It's the silence that's driving me mad.
I am already half way there.
The lucid moments are getting fewer and fewer.
My cries come out silent.
Again the silence, ever there, ever present.
With its' fingers wrapped 'round my throat,
squeezing slow.
In the end it is always the silence that is
the true killer.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(19/03/2013)
Loved the post and also lovely set up of your blog.
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This is truly a beautiful blog. I love your poems, so heartfelt, I feel the pain. I would love to share some of your poems on my site if it is ok with you. Keep the faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much, Kimberly, I would be honoured if you would share my humble words with people.
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