Vice
Silence
Wrapped itself
Around my head
So tight
A vice
That caused
Skull seams to grind
And split
Old fontanels
To burst a bit
With ringing pitched
So high
And loud
It drowned all hope
And its own hush
Out
-a.r.
Silence
Wrapped itself
Around my head
So tight
A vice
That caused
Skull seams to grind
And split
Old fontanels
To burst a bit
With ringing pitched
So high
And loud
It drowned all hope
And its own hush
Out
-a.r.
~ by April on September 10, 2016.
Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Loss, Marriage, Poetry
Tags: Belief, Death, hope, Noise, pain, Poetry, Silence