Sitting
Just sitting
Listening to nothing
Loud thoughts
Consume my mind
Curled up in a ball
While these words attack
Insane
Understatement
Demented
Brain sick
Alone
Silence is killing me
But this is the only quiet place to think
Also most dangerous
Depression creeps
As the silence grows
I am no longer myself
Nor alive
I am now one of many voices that silence carries
I find this poem intriguing as each time I read it I find a different interpretation of what it is about. Whether it be depression, loneliness, death, self loathing or something else entirely.
Like it :-D
The final lines of this piece intrigue me. The way I read it, it's as if you have passed over into the 'other' world. You are in essence saying in the piece you are dead, and that the silence carries you like ghost?
Great piece of prose even if my interpretation has it wrong.
Keep posting and best wishes.
Mike
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 17th Jan 2015 17:21
This is very convoluted, quite by intent, I'm sure. Silence as a solace becomes silence as an enemy, as though 'loud destructive thoughts' are deliberately wooed. Unless physically restricted, surely silence is a choice.
The poem does succeed in stimulating thought.