Sounds of Silence

In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders 
identifying 
final innocence crushed

Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care

Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak

The silence of utter failure
the throws between a life and it's death
the hush of a dream at once impoverished
as you witness it's final breath

Sound buried in the void of explanation 
mute the muse of words
suspended only notwithstanding
owned hope of his and hers

An endless pause hangs in between 
as your grip slips knowing what it means

Words so deafening only silence can bear them
when the strong have no defiance left to live
in the soundless silence already condemning
the living who can't endure it again

In this silence so inaudibly hearable 
so cruel so brutal it's sound
the pitch of which is so unbearable 
the deaf cry... Turn it down!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Lamoureux Avatar
August 1, 2014 at 9:13 AM
You amaze once again. "Inaudibly hearable" what a great line. "the deaf cry...turn it down" all I can say is wow!
Virden Avatar
August 8, 2014 at 2:47 AM
Thank you Richard, I hope your having a great week. Apologies for taking so long to respond, it's been a crazy week with the kids. Until next time... Hugs
Corbin Avatar
July 31, 2014 at 8:59 AM
This is just one of the reasons I so enjoy your writing; "The silence of utter failure the throws between a life and it's death the hush of a dream at once impoverished as you witness it's final breath". So visually powerful. Excellent.
Virden Avatar
August 8, 2014 at 2:45 AM
J.R. You are so sweet. This was one based in deep emotion. Hugs for your week my friend.
Lindley Avatar
July 30, 2014 at 10:33 PM
OH, this reaches deep my friend. I wish I could write in this style. Bravo!!! " I am stuck with same oars and boat, God chastens me lest I gloat, wearing old hat and stained coat!"
Virden Avatar
August 8, 2014 at 2:44 AM
Thank you Robert, sorry it took so long to respond... Busy week. Hugs!
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