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Author: Annaece's Forsaken Corpse
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-05-07 - Updated: 04-05-07 - Complete - id:2343881

speak softly

please speak softly
for my ears have
grown weary from
all the constant screaming.

i can almost feel their
throats’ blistering as they
below out words that
could tear flesh apart.

my walls are made of
stone, yet they do nothing
to block them out.

the sound of their continuous
raw rants reaches my naïve
ears.

i become wide-eyed as i
am so bluntly and painfully
exposed to things i could
have never imagine
before.

of all i’ve heard
would someone
explain to me – is
it meant to be this way?

voices, voices all around
its all i hear, as if the
words, the sounds, the voices
are all suffocating my
delicate mind.

trapped in my four walls
my claustrophobia increases
as the maniacs enter
.

my ears have become
sensitive to the hissed
whispers and i know soon
the eerie sound will seep
through the cracks.

silently pleading that they
keep their voices hushed,
my eyes become damp.

it slips down my face and
i catch it with the tip of
my tongue - the taste of a
stale tear lingers at
my mouth.

but words don’t linger at
their mouths’, they are
leaked out so cruelly
and easily.

the air around me
becomes thin as they
begin screeching to
one another.

my head begins to
spin and my breath is
cut short.

my chest rises harshly
as i choke in air
trying to keep a hold of
everything around me.

but i can't...

so i close my eyes,
clench my fists and just
scream.

i scream, scream, and
scream.

i scream so loud that
someone people swear
the land vibrated, glass
shattered, ears were
deafened, silence was
eliminated.

i screamed so loudly
my four walls were
broken down.

i screamed so loudly
that they actually turned to
me and hissed, ‘stop screaming!

please speak softly
for i have grown weary from
all the constant screaming.

February 20 & 23, 2007

Author's Note: so it's been awhile for me to post this...i wasn't sure if i should or not. 'my claustrophobia increases with the maniacs enter' -- i came up with that when i was about 10 years old. i'm not sure if that fit in well or not. and i think i might have repeated a couple of things more than necessary. not sure...review please & lemme know what you think.



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