Silence
By vaultgrl
This silence is louder then our words,
More deafening then the shattering dishes and breaking furniture.
Sitting in the eye of the storm,
Silent and still, sending out false promises of a return to normal.
Quietly pleading for an intruder,
Someone to break this silence as the tension grows.
But afraid of the rest of the storm,
This part not yet ventured through.
We go about our lives,
One memorized task, routine, day, after the next.
Days go by and not a word.
The tension, yet invisible,
Makes it hard to breath.
It’s thick enough to cut with a knife,
But tension cannot bleed.
The eye of the storm is passing,
Angry looks shot across the room,
Caught by an angry glare.
As we no longer try to retain out disgruntled feelings.
This silence has been broken,
And now I sit in fear,
Awaiting the storm of words,
I’m about to hear.
We’ve done this dance before,
One fight after the next,
But this is worse,
We’ve not danced like this yet.
Dance around our words,
Meanings set in deep,
To angry to realize the pain our words can reap.
We stumble in our dance,
Step on each others toes,
But we’re moving too fast,
To verbally oppose.
Our dancing words will forever struggle to be heard.
Comments on "Silence"
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A former member wrote:
The calm before the storm, this piece is an excellent portrayal of what vicious cycles can tear a relationship apart.
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On Wednesday, October 12, 2005, Err0r
(365) wrote:
This is very impressive vault.
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On Thursday, October 13, 2005, vaultgrl
(185) wrote:
....thanks....so are...well, all of your works.....
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A former member wrote:
*struggles to smile through the flashes of memory this dug up* This was brilliantly beautiful...the emotions you described brought out my own...things I thought I'd long ago destroyed. Thank you for reminding me. Lovely write. *Evangel*
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On Sunday, October 9, 2005, vaultgrl
(185) wrote:
...this is new for me...I tried to pull away from the rhyming I usually use, although some slipped in.....hope you liked it...if not, oh well........