One of the last poems of the school-year. The imminent end of this book is starting to loom over me...
I am afraid of The Silence.
Of what it means,
Of what it holds.
I am afraid of its ice-cold grip
And its freezing grin.
I am afraid of The Nothingness,
Empty hearts, laughing heart.
Filthy smiles, mocking smiles.
I love the silence. I love the calm.
I love the quietness,
Empty and full at the same time.
I love to be alone,
But dread to be lonely.
I am afraid of The Silence.
So I fill it with sound.
And music reaches my ears
And laughter fills my heart.
I am afraid of The Silence,
The Loneliness creeping up.
So I pretend to be with people
That keep the monsters away.
So I pretend to live with laughter
That keeps my fears at bay.
(May 26th '23)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
