D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

mortal as I was

And what am I hanging around for /
riddled with what his silence said?
Anne Sexton, Lessons in Hunger


Silence feels like a dead end.
Like a door closed without a sound.
Like the stifled scream of a tell-tale heart.


Tags: loss, solitude
Subscribe

  • and next year's words await another voice

    Closed doors. Fallen by the wayside, once, twice, too often. The unexpected suicide of someone close, yet not close enough. Chapters I closed,…

  • Gordian knot

    So much left unsaid That I still love you But saw no other way out No other way to keep the pain at bay To force the loss as a way to stand…

  • all the freedom in one’s own possession

    Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments