I died again today

sylviasearcher

In a silent world
A cacophony of voices
Tell me
To hold my tongue

In a motionless moment
A crowd of actors
Show me
To be still

In a frozen world
Where everyone is busy being
And no one has the time
To notice

I died again today
Like I die everyday
Yesterday I died silently
Today I tried to tell you
I am dying

But you didn't want to hear
Death's toll
So you told me instead
About all the things
Wrong with me

And I tried to tell you
I'm dying
I tried to tell you
I tried

But you didn't notice
So I died again today
Like I die everyday

Tomorrow I won't try to tell you
Tomorrow I'll die quietly
Tomorrow I'll die without drama

It's better for you all that way
If I die how you taught me
Without saying a word

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  • Daveyboyz

    Very thought provoking poetry.

  • The_One_That_Got_Away

    I can feel the emotions as they were mine. Like its my translation and not yours. Well phrased.

    • sylviasearcher

      Thank you. It means a lot to be able to touch and connect with people through words. Although my words are often of the torment inside so I kind of also don't want that for others.

    • Jhe

      Deep, validating, and refreshing; you have a unique way of saying these things. All the best, J

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks J. Struggling with the word lately.

      • Poetic Dan

        That was hard read but I thank you for that, the place my mind took me didn't feel nice. Then I realised that's the old me, to nerves to say what I know. Thank you for helping me see where I come from and I still need that bit of healing on this one

        • sylviasearcher

          Oh I was in a dark place when I wrote it, but angry too.

          And anger is not always bad. It can allow us the strength we need to take action.

          • Poetic Dan

            I'm there today, I'm trying to use that anger in a constructive way.

            • sylviasearcher

              Let it be your strength

            • Neville

              interesting... very interesting.. I was immediately hooked by the title and felt well and truly played until the very last line... yes.. very interesting indeed.. N

              • sylviasearcher

                What was it about the last line?

                • Neville

                  I meant enjoyed from the first to the last line

                  • sylviasearcher

                    Oh thank you. What did you mean bring played?

                    • Neville

                      I meant pulled comfortably along..

                      • sylviasearcher

                        I guess that is exactly the feeling I have everyday but perhaps not quite comfortable.
                        Perhaps rather than comfort I feel like I am sleep walking on and on.

                        • Neville

                          sounds like empathy..

                          • sylviasearcher

                            Apathy?

                            • Neville

                              maybe



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