Escaping the Sound

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was written 1/14/06. I was a good bit younger, and no one was listening--I was too young to understand the basic mechanics of life and emotion. So, I unleashed the frustration I felt.

Submitted: September 01, 2009

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Escaping the Sound
I’m longing to escape this
Treacherous domain
Of psychosis through the ink of my pen.
Over the distraught hillside
Of trees
You will see a failing star,
Spilling the crimson sorrow
Of its descending life
Upon the world below,
Lighting the eyes and staining the retinas blind.
I’m trying to release the frustration
That slides in the silence
Like sand on paper in my ears
Through the constant motion
Of my hand—
Translating thoughts into a poem…
A script that seeks to dull the reality of instability
I have come to bear.
I just want to be happy,
But this depression is drowning me—
I’m too weak to swim anymore.
My voice is stolen by my age—
It cannot warn anyone of this downward
Spiral
That is a gateway into my erupting prison—
An eroded and forgotten paradise.
Insecurities transcend all reassurance
As the setting sun cowers in the night’s approach—
A halting scream that demands all
Blood to curdle;
This degenerative silence evokes the same response.
The inside must come out,
And all I have found within myself
Are these bruises and lashes
From the ones I love and trust—
From loss.
From what my eyes behold.
From regret.
Self destruction is the only way out…
And the only way out is in.


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