Thoughts

A poem written in the prison of silence

The silence is long and full of pain,

Deep dark thoughts opening their eyes.

I feel I’ll soon become insane

If the silence never dies.

The dreadful thoughts are now awaking,

Awaking from inside my mind.

My heart is pounding, hands are shaking.

The comfort of distraction left behind.

Things are out that should never be known,

Nor seen, experienced, or heard.

Tiny thistles that have grown,

Watered by each passing word.

Dare not the pencil touch the page

That starts to write my dark thoughts down.

Youths, they sigh and curse their age

For the knowledge they have found.

A broken conscience never mends.

You cannot just forget a thought.

They say that silence always ends,

But I’m afraid that it will not.

A war between heart, soul, and mind

Soon rips the battlefield apart.

The memories are left behind.

The outcome stands a broken heart.

And always as it often seems,

The sleep we cannot live without

brings restless night and tortured dreams,

Trapped, unable to get out.

All men live as slaves to fears

Forever bound in rusty chains

I stop now, trying to hold back tears.

I’ll lose my mind if the silence remains.

Thanks for reading!