the sound showed me nothing Poem, by Mr,apocalapse, at My poetic side

sitting there in silence can you hear the people call

the sound of what is coming sending echo's down the hall

and poster of the missing sitting crooked on the wall

and constant reminiscing of of the child and the crawl

and when you finally touch the sound do you ask why its afraid

and when the sound does not have answers to the questions you have made

you smell the roses on the grave of the sound of which you laid

tell the sound to go away but you wish it would have stayed

now left searching for the meaning that the sound could not show

was there just not enough meaning for the sound to bestow

now the doubt starts to form and the thoughts start to grow

was it the sound didn't want to, or the sound didn't know

Comments +

sorenbarrett July 26th, 2025 05:12
Here I take sound as a metaphor referred to as an entity. A puzzling poem that begs the question of what it is that the sound is trying to tell or doesn't know. It seems to me that the sound in one's inner self.but I could be wrong. Well written

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the sound showed me nothing