noelliesplace

Silent House

The house is silent with dread

No one speaks but your screams are heard

I see your soul I know your soul

Blackness has colored your burnt edges

A light born bright refused to glow

Who threw the first stone to open such a wound

No elixir can cure the lesions you pick and protect

Neap tides have eroded your empty hearts wall

Tracing scars beneath thin skin with a smile

Disdain oozes at compassion and kindness

The corner of your eyes display your beloved hate

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

As you looked away I deadlocked the door

The house is silent…….I said no more

  • Author: noelliesplace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2018 06:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • E-Poems

    great work! ~E

  • Heartwriter

    Intreging write. Tells a dark story.



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