Dark Silence
The moon mocks me,
cutting through the room uninvited,
bleaching a night that feels heavy,
pitch-black, and absolute.
Inside, the chest is just an echo chamber—
grief rattling against a heart that’s still young,
still trying to breathe,
still hopefully naive.
Then the familiar intensity floods back.
Memories hit like a high-speed chase,
uncaring and dangerous,
proving that time doesn't heal a thing—
it just stays.
Gasping for air,
you’re just a silhouette,
a shadow staring straight up
into a dead, starless sky,
begging the dark for a rewind button.
Were you ever actually significant before this?
No applause in this silence.
The question just sits there—
unread.
Isolated, bitter,
mind running on a loop—
does anyone even care,
or is everyone just surviving?
Tears blur,
pools of tasteless salt...
and the dark doesn't move.
Visual Art: The accompanying background image was generated using AI assistance to visually capture the modern, nocturnal mood and atmospheric themes described in my original poem.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
