Descent

sylviasearcher

Listening carefully to the eerie silence

Stuttering across my broken synapse

I realise now that the thousand voices

The shouting, rumbling, stumbling noises

Have buried themselves 

In some darkened realms

 

I sense their absence

 

Evaporated notions

Deafening desertions 

Dichotomous assertions

 

I close my eyes 

 

Empty fleeting visions

Nothingness arisen 

Conquered divisions 

 

I shut down my soul

Gaping gorging hole

I lay down my pen

The End.

 

 

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2019 03:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just the other week my head was busy with a buzz and hum of so many thoughts and notions that they would sing a ring o roses in my head. Now they have gone and this is left instead.
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  • Neville

    Maybe its a new beginning... tho Aristotle was of course write... pick up thy pen and write... I demand it..

  • sylviasearcher

    Oh I am sure I could never stop really.

    I was just trying to explain this grey shaped feeling which takes over the noise in my head.

    I Sometimes wonder what came first. The noise or the silence and which is responding to which. Which is helpful a healing and which will mark my descent.

    Thanks for reading.

  • Michael Edwards

    There is no silence without substance. Just made that up - good ent it? This is a good write too Sylvia - now wield that pen.

    • sylviasearcher

      It is very good. And very true.

      I'm sure the pen will always be wielded.

      Thanks

    • whisperingquill

      I must say I am admiring your word coupling in this.....do you feel better off or do you miss it? An egnimatic write my friend

      • sylviasearcher

        Oh I miss it.
        It will return.
        Perhaps both are necessary?

        • whisperingquill

          They always are
          The only sustenance gained
          is how one deals šŸ˜‰

          • sylviasearcher

            Iā€™m less good at figuring that out

            • whisperingquill

              Then your dealing

              • sylviasearcher

                Hmmm

              • Goldfinch60

                Nothingness can be so awe inspiring on many occasions.

                • sylviasearcher

                  I think I fear the nothingness the most. I think my busy mind is my own coping strategy. My distraction from the nothingness.

                  One day I will have to confront it.

                • psychofemale

                  ohhh, nice!

                  what an ending

                  • sylviasearcher

                    Thank you.

                    That kind of feeling when you are shutting down.
                    If only there was an off switch to the off switch

                  • markashley1961

                    great opening

                  • Halcyon

                    Very nice ^ o ^



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