Silent Prison

MrNobody40

He sits and he waits for the world 
To grow quiet
And yet the noise he hears
Is in his mind, while the earth is still
His heart beats to its last
To its insufferable final count
Every one resonating in a silence
Only he can understand
He sits and he waits for the world
To stop spinning
For time to slow, and settle
His thoughts are his own 
Silent prison

  • Author: MrNobody40 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2018 07:27
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: SLR, Caity Calvary
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  • Lorna

    A very strong inward vision..... so familiar........

    • MrNobody40

      I spend most of my days trapped in thought. It really does feel like a prison sometimes.

      • Lorna

        That's what introverts do............ but it's also a great place to hide........

      • SLR

        I can really relate to this. The mind CAN be a prison. Really like this. Great post!

        • MrNobody40

          Thank you very much for your kind words



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