The Sound of Silence
By gracefullytorn
I can hear the cars pass by
my dim lit room.
I can hear children cry
in the apartment below.
The paint is peeling from the wall,
moist from the latest rainfall.
There's nine locks on my door,
but i can't tell you I feel safe.
My room is dim,
not polite enough to be dark.
The noises are loud.
Walls paper thin.
Pillows won't muffle the sound.
It haunts me in my dreams
and when I awake,
I see the bullet holes,
the kids with bruises and black eyes.
The scars mean so much more.
"My dad beats me because my mom's a whore..."
conversations I wish i could ignore.
Oh there is so much violence.
I miss the sound of silence.
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Copyright 2004 gracefullytorn
Published on Saturday, April 17, 2004.
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Comments on "The Sound of Silence"
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A former member wrote:
hey, nice write. keep it up. "oh there is so much violence, i miss the sound of silence".... i know what you mean
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On Saturday, April 17, 2004, cre
(411) wrote:
I really like this one. I remember you had it posted with another one before, and I was sad to see it wasn't there anymore, then I was glad to see you'd reposted it on its own. It's eloquent, serene in the face of horror, almost. You write with a kind of
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On Saturday, April 17, 2004, cre
(411) wrote:
quiet intensity, beauty, something. I like it.
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On Saturday, April 17, 2004, gracefullytorn
(61) wrote:
yea i just got accepted 100 percent so i could bring it and other ones back