
This must have been written at around age 15 I think.
Here in the heavy silence
That cuts into my head
I hear the stillness of the night
It shakes me in my bed
The darkness stabs my pupils
The calm screams in my mind
The night opens my eyes
And peace is hard to find
A raging, roaring being,
A burning life in death
Disturbing dark tranquillity
With movement and with breath
Irrelevant undones
Fight to be centre stage
Extraneous unsaids
I cannot turn the page
I want to close my eyes
And start to float away
I’d like, please, to forget
Until another day
But sounds are like artillary
Exploding in my mind
Until my head is living
And sleep so hard to find.
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