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Just sitting

Listening to nothing

Loud thoughts

Consume my mind

Curled up in a ball

While these words attack




Brain sick


Silence is killing me

But this is the only quiet place to think

Also most dangerous

Depression creeps

As the silence grows

I am no longer myself

Nor alive

I am now one of many voices that silence carries




Love life ►


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 17th Jan 2015 17:21

This is very convoluted, quite by intent, I'm sure. Silence as a solace becomes silence as an enemy, as though 'loud destructive thoughts' are deliberately wooed. Unless physically restricted, surely silence is a choice.

The poem does succeed in stimulating thought.

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Jackie Phillips

Fri 16th Jan 2015 10:04

I find this poem intriguing as each time I read it I find a different interpretation of what it is about. Whether it be depression, loneliness, death, self loathing or something else entirely.

Like it :-D

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Thu 15th Jan 2015 21:35

The final lines of this piece intrigue me. The way I read it, it's as if you have passed over into the 'other' world. You are in essence saying in the piece you are dead, and that the silence carries you like ghost?

Great piece of prose even if my interpretation has it wrong.

Keep posting and best wishes.


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