Okay guys, poem time again! As always I want to hear from you all, tell me what you think even if you hate it. The job of a writer is to make the reader think, so even if you think “wow, I hate this” then I’ve accomplished my goal of making you think and feel something! So this poem I’ve been thinking of calling Silence, hence the title of this post. However, if you have any title suggestions I am always willing to consider changing titles (I’m the worst at titles). Okay, here goes nothing and everything.
Silence
Your words don’t worry me
What keeps me up at night
Is the silence between each phrase
That tumbles out of your waterfall mouth
And cascades into my waiting ears
Your screams urge me to respond
I answer you with my heart
Hanging off my sleeve
With my soul peering out of my sea foam eyes
And moths pervading my insides
I’ve never ignored you
But I could never communicate
The way you can
The sounds I’d make couldn’t compare
To the symphonies that you speak
That’s why the silence you make petrifies me
I’ve never heard music more awing
Than your sweet song
Never stop singing
My world would fall
Too quiet to bear
I would tell all this to you
If only I could find my voice
If only we could make harmony
That people would walk miles to hear
I wish I could give all that to you
Instead I offer a hand
Take a bow
You’ve left me speechless and while
There’s no way I could
Stand with you
In the burning light
I will always stand
Beneath you in the still dark
If nothing else
You will always have
A standing ovation of one
-AcuteAnimosity
AcuteAnimosity 