The sound of silence
Louder than a scream
Shattered glass replays
Its ghost twinkle
Scattered on the floor
The sound of silence
Is my mother
Hand clamped over her mouth
To quiet her cries
She can't let him hear
Can't let him-
The sound of silence convulses
A drunk shaking
On a ruined bed
Screaming curses only he can hear
To the demons dancing down his throat
And he forgets what it means to be father
The sound of silence screams
Echoing to the attic beams
Shaking a house
Once
Called
Home
The sound of silence fills up
Heavier than a thousand
Curled fists
Sink through the floor
Drag out the door
Fall into a fresh snow hole made for too much noise
And
it's
so
warm
Eyes close
Icy flakes tickle soft pink skin
Blood slows down its frantic race
A passing thought to cross a going mind
Frost doesn't bite, instead bleeds forgiveness
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PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
