SILENT CONVERSATIONS
ever notice how silence
fights for your attention
fights to win over
your emotions
and declares with conviction
vermillion is NOT
the description of love
lately I have been noticing many things
mostly how silences
have grown longer
and more frequent
how silence has grabbed my tongue
stopped its waggling
sort of the way the moon
chases the sun into darkness
reflecting its light
but never able to get close enough
to feel its warmth
or be engulfed in its flairs
or dip its fingers
into the swirling hydrogen storms.
and so, silence takes its place,
even though it is a cold embrace
and smells enticingly
like death.
it’s true, silence fights for your attention,
grows slowly
tormenting you
it sneaks around corners
springing from dank and secluded alley ways
surrounding
attempting to dominate
and capture
to have silent conversations
where even my screams are muffled,
buried, coffin like
for eternity.
I am losing this fight
These lines are incredible.
Regards
James
Thank you James (Knight). I appreciate your comment muchly.
Hi Redzone
I enjoyed how you put this.
How silence can be heavy and hard to escape.
Like it’s actively trying to sabotage you.
Killer ending amigo!
For someone who suffers from depression, silent screams implode, leaving only a muted hollow, faraway look. Alive, but dead inside. This poem represents some of the things people have told me about their struggles with depression. And Adelphina, you are right, silence is “actively trying to sabotage you”. Thanks for your insightful comment.
I love it when a poet covers all the avenues of a subject. Excellent writing here, Redzone. Good song too.
Thanks Tim for your kind words.
Silence has been called golden. I once referred to it as prismatic. But you perfectly captured how it can be cold and have a pressurized weight that pulls one down. Many can relate this, I’m sure
And sometimes there is a silence that is so strong that even your screams remain silent, internalized and damaging. I have had many a discussion with friends who suffer from depression. This poem came out of those discussions. They want to talk, to express what is on their minds, what they are feeling, but cannot. That “weight” is unbearable. Thank you Willow for your visit and kind words. Both are muchly appreciated.