In a daze
the silence kills off
my brain cells
the lack of movement
paralyzes my legs
Even if I put on headphones
I can hear the silence
seeping through
My body falls asleep
but my eyes must
remain open
I forget how to talk
and my legs ache
when I try to walk
My neck tires
of holding my head up
eight hours of this?
once released,
I can barely
drive home
(8-14-15)
When life moves at a very slow pace, we feel bored! Silence sometimes can be killing too! A busy day with buzzing activities might tire us but never bore us! A beautiful write Nika!
I remember that time you were a receptionist and found the experience mind-numbing and body-crushing. I seem to recall sending you a fanciful fantasy to spark your inner self, not a poem, a prose passage. In any case, reading the poem with its vivid imagery has twisted me out of shape. I'm going out on my balcony for a blast of cold air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title of this one attracted me, Nika. I recently posted a poem titled Surfeit which also refers to a drive home and which, like this one of yours, I started years ago and recently came back to and finished. -Glen
Thanks for the kind remarks Glen. Isn't it something how the poems we cast aside have a way of finding us again?