My Literature

SPEECHLESS:

Words, Nothing but sounds we manipulate

Not all sounds hold meaning, as with words.

Therefore no words, 

I will leave no room for misinterpretation.

I lay still here in the rapids of life,

Allowing it to do with me as it wills.

Like the stone, 

going along with the thorough thrashing from the never ending current of negativity.

Like the stone I hold many stories and have endured through much suffering,

Yet there i lay... Speechless... unable to form words.

Even if the stone could speak,

Where would one begin?

And who would even listen?

No one, Therefore it makes no difference if the stone could speak.

That's why, like the stone,

I'll just lay here and remain speechless.  

Void:

*Also please let me know if this poem sounds like its addressed to someone in specific*

Nothing, I feel nothing.

Yet, I can feel everything.

Have you ever had a deep empty feeling so profound, 

The only word left to describe it was nothingness?

Yet every sting and blow life hit you with remained to echo throughout your entire body endlessly.

Like a bell that never stops ringing,

In a narrow hallway that never ends.

And with each strike of the bell,

You feel every ring pulsate through you as if it were your own blood.

This is what I feel like.

Aimlessly floating around in the vast void I call a mind,

And as time goes on I continue to deteriorate,

Slowly but surely I fall apart.

Constantly calling and crying for help.

And just as i begin to see an exit to my torment,

The guardian of my empty prison beats bruises and bashes me back to my void.

But the exit remains,

As a painful reminder of the time i could've been free.

And once again I'm consumed by nothing, 

And continue to feel everything.