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A Beautiful Tragic Silence

i can’t feel anything inside, only the pain is left to reside

i don’t feel hungry or cold, just an aching chest with a heartbeat growing old 

i do not feel warm or tired, i feel the deepening pain of fire

maybe my soul left me for good, leaving my body behind like burnt wood 

it would explain my emotionless face, and lack of picking up a normal pace 

i can not feel my fingers or toes, i’m left looking like a dead still-beat rose

it might seem there’s something there, but i don’t posess the ability to share

my soulless body has demons inside, my souls been set free and put far aside

i wait to be reunited, with each breath and instinct that fights it

an everlasting corpse; of a true mocking course 

how long do i keep playing sane, how long do i have to play this game 

i want to speak up but i’ve forgotten the sound, i traded my voice for the silence

its all over now 

 

 

metaphor for blindly going along a corrupt Society

◄ Possessed love for Demons

My concept of love ►

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Hope Rivera

Sun 15th Dec 2019 06:33

thank you guys very much

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Hope Rivera

Sun 15th Dec 2019 06:33

thank you guys very much

Big Sal

Fri 13th Apr 2018 23:20

Very unique rhyme scheme. I've seen a lot of the same types on here, and I've yet to see this. Well done.

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Lisa Donohoe

Thu 15th Mar 2018 11:26

Wow

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Yours Truly

Thu 15th Mar 2018 09:43

this is nice

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