Quiet the night seems
Dark the clouds are
Silence is so forbidding
Penetrating gloom
I shut off the lights
Slip off my only aid
Shy myself away
My private universe
The dark and silence
Leaves me to my thoughts
Of all things ancient and new
Something grows inside me
My fear
My rage
My imagination
Quiet it seems outside
In my head, it's pure chaos
The quiet respite I may get
From removing my link
Isn't as peaceful as it seems
Your thoughts compound
Stretch and spin
Turning into magical and demonic
Manifestations of myself
Quiet the world seems
Loud the eyes look
Their words plead and shout
From their lips, I cannot hear
From their gestures, I cannot see
Their lying eyes, I can feel
I close my eyes to escape
Shut down my mind to release
Free from my silent world
I slip away in my dreams, in my quiet
But I never escape the noise
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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your writing seems a tad tortured. you always seem so happy.
ReplyDeleteAren't we all a little tortured inside?
ReplyDelete"Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness." Dostoyefsky
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