Silence

lilmissprincess

Silence lives here.
In the cold dark room
Where nobody visits.
Silence lives here.
The giant barrier built up
With its red bricks and mortar
Over time.
The home to silence.
Music pours in,
Heads move with the rhythm
Eyes open
Suddenly seeing for the first time
The truth.
Silence has always lived here.
It just hid itself
Carefully
In crevaces and cracks
Of depths of mind.
Silence lives here.

Sorry its back to angsty but its just something that hit me the other night.

Matt Holck

I don't find it angsty

rather a familiar calm even in the presence of music

GentleReader

Rancour lives with me.
With cold stares when I look away.
And he won't leave.

So...
we get to talking each day.

I found him hidden
under old clothes and memories.
Talking about the rain,
that was slicing through the trees.

He seems to like slow music,
And talk of times past,
And how I've led myself away,
And how I'm coming last.

at worst there's hell and fire,
At best a tear and tale,
And drink to drain temptation,
tempt planning not to fail.

He talks some crazy eulogy,
drinking, time and then,
And his voice can draw blood from me,
though he's so softly spoken.

He's lived with me since childhood,
And every year he grows,
And every time I stumble,
He laughs to let me know.

But in me he is a poet,
In him I am disease
until the heat falls from my name,
And he can be released.