The whir of the unsaid

sylviasearcher

From dusk through dawn

A whir of unsaid consumed me

I awoke quite forlorn

To the silence of Noone reaching out to me.

 

Busy busy empty buzz

Something missing

Never was

Wave of empty loudly hissing.

 

Stupid girl

Crazy freak

Forbidden world

Dared to seek!

 

Ugly fool

No one knows

Wipe your drool

No drama shows!

 

Tears pouring

Never felt

Freakshow abhorring

Audience knelt 

 

Averting their eyes

Praying for sanctuary

A knife took me by surprise 

The humans are afraid of me.

 

I fall to the floor

A hot wailing mess

I see them kindly

Each other address

 

Their kinsman

Their allies

The ones with whom they belong

Not the girl bellowing, 'please hear my song!'

 

If they avert their eyes

No pain they must feel

No nasty surprise

No need to help heal.

 

From dusk through dawn

A whir of unsaid consumed me

I awoke quite forlorn

To the silence of Noone reaching out to me

 

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2018 07:57
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  • Poetic Dan

    Wow... I could hear the depths of your soul, that song you sing is so beautiful. Never forget your vibration may be to high so you hide to make sure you make it by but others are waiting to tune in with you, so these unspoken words can be free and true.

    Thank you again for sharing this, it resonated deeply with me.

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks PD. I used to believe there were some of these 'others'. Believed it so hard I never gave up.
      In the end it was the 'others' who made me feel most pain.

      My desire to belong to a crowd of anything disappeared somewhere between my teenage years and university.

      But then when you cast pebbles anyway and the river swells around your stones. Well I was convinced that connection existed. The pain of being cast out from the river was so much harder than the pain of being cast out from the crowd.

      So birdsong it is then!

    • Neville

      Great title, some great lines and a whole lot of great insights shared.. if indeed autobiographical.... I hope you just made it up, but then I'm a great big softy ....

    • sylviasearcher

      Who knows?!



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