Showing posts with label eeri silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eeri silence. Show all posts

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Heartbreak


Drowning, capsized and falling beneath.
Water filling my lungs.
Making it impossible to breath.
Sinking to the cold hard bottom.

Heartache, crushed yet feeling numb.
Unable to feel my surroundings.
Too hard to move on with life.
Cringing at every memory.

Screaming, sobbing at every dream.
Insomnia settling into nightly routine.
Skin white as snow.
Blue tints the corners around my eyes.

Breaking, crashing and ear splitting.
The sound of a heart that breaks.
Pain no longer a feeling.
Instead becoming a memory.

Staring, incognizant and immobile.
All through the day long.
Through the night nothing moves.
Shadows creep around not touching.

Silence, quietness making the loudest sound.
Words have been lost inside.
Beauty fading with the sun.
Light drowned in darkness.

Loving, laughing and joy gone.
Bitterness seems not far behind.
Hope of tomorrow not seen or heard.
Who is to save now?


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

On marbled floor

Solitude amongst crowded rooms.
Weariness amidst the boast of energy.
Lacking strength to pull away.
Away from these morbid thoughts.

Drawn so deep inside.
Depression lined with blankness.
Out of sight, out of world.
Lying cold still on marbled floor.

Withered on the freezing ground.
A summer flower met with the harshness of winter.
So bent over.
All life seemingly vanished from within.

To be found such as this.
The loud horror filled shrills.
Echoing off marbled walls.
Would be heard throughout.

Yet there is no sound.
Only the echoing of eerie silence.
Too far gone to notice.
Salted water pooling beneath.

Lines etched down the face of this still figure.
Pain laced underneath strained muscles.
It comes from within.
That none other then words can writhe.

To gaze upon with eyes such as these.
Empathy beyond all words.
For what good comes from hence.
These fiery hell bent darts.

They are exact.
Straight and true.
Never once missing.
Causing anguish every time.

Cold still on marbled floor.
Eyes fixed in place.
Ears having drowned out.
The chaos that surrounds.

Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©