DO NOT DISTURB
It has become a quiet
world
not much spoken
little heard
and I forbear the day
with the silence terror brings,
I am a puppet on a broken string
an incongruous human machine.
I’ve lost control.
I’ve lost my hold
on pride and dignity
and it seems to me
I’ve lost myself
in my own insanity
Useless are the words
the Mind seeks
Painful are the words
the Soul speaks.
Never to be heard
are the whisperings
that silence brings.
Comments
Joe
You are not in the silence, I hear you shouting in the quiet of the day, your soul is always busy learning and sometimes waiting for you to catch up.
Take care of you Joe, we have lots to do,
Yours Ian.T
nothing is over until it's
nothing is over until it's over.
till then
in silence stay
never at others mercy stay
you are a brave one
till your last day
till then silently
pray or play
with words as you are
wont to
It's not bravery, my friend.
It's not bravery, my friend. It is that there is no other way.
joe
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Dear Joe
I really loved your poem I cannot offer anything in the way of crit, that ending is awesome
Never to be heard
are the whisperings
that silence brings.
I love the ending bravo
love your Jayne-Chloe xxx
Thank you, my Jane. The
Thank you, my Jane. The "whisperings" are getting louder.
love from your Joe
Never could I have ever imagined......
I in fact love quiet
And that was stimulated by your poem wondering hat it would be like to be lying in my coffin six foot underground. Sorry that you produced such gloomy thoughts by your nice write.
these dying eyes see clearly
these dying eyes see clearly now
the nature of all living things
I mourn the years gone quickly by
and hold them safe
from Time's forgetfullness
in Memory' keep