Silence and Solidarity~
I can't tell you what hurts me more,
Being put in a box and cut off from the rest of the world...
Or sitting, surrounded by hundreds and not hearing a thing.
I can't tell you what kills me more
Being held in an invisible cell...
Or having your ears buzz over the 'sound' of nothingness.
My heart pounds, but I can't hear it.
I try to stretch my legs, but I can't feel it.
There comes a time, when you've been or felt alone for so long...
That you aren't.
The demons and voices that you didn't even hear before cloud your thoughts.
Your brain creates scenarios just for some stimulation of the mind.
Although, I can tell you what scares me more.
The feeling...
The thought...
The slightest whisper...
That I'll be alone again.
YOU ARE READING
//recollections//
PoetryThis is where I'll post my own, little poems and such. They are all written by me and I am willing to let people use them if you ask. -a.p.c. (In no way are these poems about me. I write from the standpoint of relatable characters I have created.)
