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The Silence That Kills.
Loneliness, leaden, crushing.
The ragged tatters of my soul.
Cut by the myriad razors of silence.
We circle each other like hungry wolves.
Proud, arrogant, enraged.
Wounded, in pain and in silence.
The silence that kills.
We wait for a sign, a sob, a weakness.
The weakness of forgiveness.
The sign of remorse.
The wait will be long.
And the waiting will be silent.
The fear that’s haunts us both.
Is that the silence will never break.
Before we break.
And we are both strong.
“If you fear loneliness, then don’t get married.”
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860–1904),
what has been accepted for love, and the commitment that only stubborn people hold to...beautiful
Amazing words, loved it. And what a quote at the end, I'd never heard that one before and it's (probably) so true (I say "probably" as I've never been married, but I have been in a few failed, abusive 'relationships', and I know the loneliness I felt whilst in the midst of them was incomparable to any other loneliness I've ever felt before).
Great work from you again.
Take care,
TAAvSM x
PS. I don't know if I've said this already but I'll run the risk of sounding tediously repetitive (as usual!) and say THANX for critiquing my poem, I really value the comments of talented writers such as yourself.