Treasure Island

Aurora Wells

(February 7th / Peekskill, NY)

The Dead of Silence


Unsteady quiet, lonely as it sounds,
Avoided like a plague
It’s the dead of silence

One thing said, another’s yell
Fault is really very vague,
In this dead of silence

Watching you walk out
Every time I walk in
I feel this be my own fate
Alone, in the silence

I should have said nothing
My feelings never heard
I chanced it this time and now pay dearly
For my love only leaves me
This dead silence.

Submitted: Sunday, July 15, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 21, 2011
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  • marvin brato (8/16/2007 4:37:00 AM)

    Sentimental but emotionally sound.... hurt can be felt in dead silence, makes one reminisce the monent a love one leaves. Splendid work. another 10. (Report) Reply

  • Lee Degnan (7/17/2007 11:24:00 PM)

    Talk about lonely, this was a poem that took its sweet time getting posted... found this very haunting, and certainly have been there before... know what you're talking about. I try to avoid it like the plague too. Good pacing, brings out the lonely aspect, which you achieved easily... I don't know if that's a compliment though lol
    Great job sis!
    Lee (Report) Reply

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