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So Quiet

So Quiet Now I sit in empty room Things so quiet makes me gloom Wondering were things went wrong Tune playing just like a song I knew that this day would come Feeling empty nest syndrome Reality has sunk in Can’t embrace it like a friend The night silence drives me mad Hearing no sound makes me sad Thinking of the way he left Feels worst than a sudden death Pain I feel can’t comprehend Neither can I just pretend Just can’t play like all is well When inside it feels like hell Trying hard to keep it straight But the silence can’t debate House feels like an empty tomb Waiting for some noise to bloom **Been four months now..trying to get use to a quiet house With Andre' gone to the house is supper quiet..just needed to vent...

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Date: 9/26/2010 12:13:00 AM
I know the pain of children leaving the home for college,, i think calling them often, not tooo often, helps,, but I take pride in bringing them this far,, and i feel their strength is a gift i nurtured, i think. it's ok. I like this poem,, it has good rhyme and feels real pain, that is poetry
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Date: 6/24/2010 12:50:00 PM
Mary, your loneliness makes me wish I could reach out to you. I have lived alone for many years. It's not easy at first, but you do get used to it. I hope Andre' will visit soon and bring some joyful noise back to your home. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 6/24/2010 10:09:00 AM
wonderful show of emotion! Thank you for your words on my poetry. Love, Susan
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Date: 6/24/2010 4:38:00 AM
great work!!! Vrushani!!!
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Date: 6/23/2010 1:52:00 PM
Thank you dakarai for stopping by and your beautiful words of comfort and strength
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Date: 6/23/2010 1:42:00 PM
very emotional poem. i enjoyed the way that you painted the picture with your words. keep sharing and keep venting. it works. believe me. that is what is so unique about poetry. the fact that "it works."
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