the silence of the night
caused serenity’s flight
dipping into your consciousness
you failed with your bluntness
awakening your questioning thoughts
of all that was lost while your loneliness fought
thinking of those who stepped into your life
for a brief time you had it until out came the knife
their faces pass before you, one by one
like the stars of the night, until you were shunned
glistening feelings deep within
where are they now…when did it wear thin
what are they doing…why did it end so soon
did you ask too much…did they fly to the moon
did you ask more than they could give
did you forget to forgive…allowing it to live
did you not understand…did you have to demand
do you not have a right to be heard…your brain was banned
why did it become so absurd…did you really have to be heard
why do humans sift away…and you are left with an empty day
why does emptiness loom looking for a home to stay
why can’t we be more open and receive
why do we run and deceive
why do we burn what we are given
do you enjoy the feeling of being beaten
- Silence – A Fable (thousandmilewalk.wordpress.com)
- Silence (wordsofimagination.wordpress.com)
- In The Silence Of The Night (abdulnafees.wordpress.com)
- Silence in me… (iamcrysh.wordpress.com)
I suffered the pain and gave pain…I am ashamed of what i made another live the last 24 hours…and so it was written…i do not feel very lovely about it…but I do appreciate your sentiments, Mich! Thank you for always reading my poems.
thank you, Patty…I guess it is beautiful that I learned another lesson about myself…and how my doubt inflicts pain on those who care.
Yes, it is. We’re growing every day.
And you certainly don’t have to doubt yourself. You are a beautiful, talented and kind soul! Lots of love to you♥
I just found your comment…after so many days…Patty, You, SEE ME SO CLEARLY…thank you for your friendship!
Thank you for yours! ♥
hhmm..you and i seem to be asking ourselves similar questions tonight:
‘why do humans sift away…and you are left with an empty day
why does emptiness loom looking for a home to stay’
at least to this human, we are like water and seek the path of least resistance. i’ve certainly done it enough times myself, ty for this wonderful contemplation tonight and for that incredible illustration.
I think I forgot how to love…I doubted instead of believed…so I chase the humans away…they can only take so much…and who can blame anyone of them?
oh, my friend…your words have really touched this heart. we humans and our hearts are resilient, what we forget we can remember again and this feeble attempt to reassure you somehow is only spoken from my own experience.
i was that person for the longest time as well, chasing away folks, not accepting love offered, i write about it often, and also about renewal and reinvention. even at 58, i guess i believe there’s always a chance, an opportunity to see life through another lens…
please know you have a friend here, my door is always open for you johanisthinking.
“why do we burn what we are given” that is the line that will stay with me. Lovely poem.
As I get older this concept is one I ponder more and more. Hind sight being 20/20 can either eat you alive or set you on a path of discovery. Choosing the later, I’ve written a few posts on life. This one – Regret – is a little off your topic, yet something I feel so strongly about.
I read your posting, “Regret”–beautifully written and very heartfelt! Hopefully, I am now on the path to discovery and growth and do not repeat the doubt again…
I agree with notes to ponder above
Yes, Paul, you and Notes to Ponder, are right on target with your observations. Thank you for your reading and for your insightful comments…as always.
Beautiful especially Wh part 🙂
Beautiful once the WHY’s are understood…thank you for your reading of it, Praveena, and your comment!
Truth has a way of making that happen…it amazes me..thank you for the compliment, Roxi…it just seems to me that my writing is not just me, but all that has touched me through my life..and the many people who have helped me along the way…and the brilliance is a compliment to them for not giving up on me.
I suspect you do not ask for too much, I suspect you give far more than than you take, until the other, like a child becoming an adult, overflows and floats away immersed in satisfied surfeit and you are left bereft For a while. —- Bear
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