I grew most familiar with the silence...
but never had the privilege of a single open attack.
Was consistently abandoned to listen to nothing
and absolutely no one listening back.
Sometimes in the depths of my frustration,
I'd try to provoke the shadows into a confrontation-
Though they would only mirror my situation-
& linger, maddeningly elusive
yet just as intact.
Silence whispers that we may think. Isolation is hall of find. In quietness, clues are unveiled. Excellent rhyming, acknowledged. Keep inking and don't stop thinking!
Welcome aboard to the poets' home..
I liked this a lot. A sad write with really good rhyming through-out. Well done-
1 year ago
by Ben Pickard
Firstly, may I just say a warm welcome to the site. Secondly, can I commend you on a thoroughly well written and original first post. Dark and brooding, this really is very good writing.
I look forward to reading more of your work