Murmurs In the Night Poem, by Cassie Hays , at My poetic side

Quell all the titter

All has evanesced

Let me sit

Warrant life pass by

Shut out the blaze

I don't want you to see

This desolate entity

Now seizing ahold of me

Lock all the doors

Let no one in

The soul you once had known

Is no longer me

Pull down the blinds

Make this my cell

The night is my prison

This is my hell

Mask all the echoes

Warrant life pass by

I can still harken the chords

But it's not my ballad

Comments +

Soman Ragavan May 7th, 2025 00:18
Powerful words, but rather plenty of despair. Retreating into oneself, as life outside is unbearable. The house becomes a cell, a prison a hell.

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Murmurs In the Night