- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Deafening
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Have you ever been somewhere
And it’s so quiet that it hurts your ears?
So quiet that you can hear your blood
pumping through every artery in your body
A steady hum in your eardrums
Plays background to the silent solitude
It’s in those places, at those times,
That I rediscover how much I hate myself
I question everything then:
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
What is my purpose?
Is it all worth it?
It’s in those places, at those times,
That I want to be hurt on the outside
The way I hurt on the inside
When the loneliness really settles
On my heart, my mind
A weighted blanket that I’m too weak
To throw off
It’s in those places, at those times,
That I become frightened of myself.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoA hypersensitive soul, which feels peace, tastes it, perceives it, but cannot defeat it, not being understood and helped by others (which don't un, or not tasting art). Quietly, you have to know how to dive ... and she knows how to sink. Slow, slow, ...
