Silence By Damaya Scream tortured mind let out your voice, let it free play the blood inside Let it speculate, let it blacken The bones inside Their trembling and splitting Breaking with skin left hanging skin hanging off It's broken stumps Let the blood drip Let the tears weap Fall down in sorrow Let the knees fall Let the head fall low Let the face be covered In the warm hands of grief Of life Don't let the deathly stare Show Don't strike it with a knife Blood is falling off it's wrists And Blood is falling from it's face Trickling through the fingers of grief A madness, an outburst of madness Falls through Being left behind and dragged The fear, the sadness intwined in deaths grasp Hypnotized by fear Hypnotized by the madness Hypnotized by the broken down mind The scars fade on the wrists The scars fade on the heart But let the blood earn it's keep up on the heap of bones In the body In the scattered ashes of all it's selfs In the broken bits of hearted melts Scream you tortured mind Silence
Such graphic and disturbing imagery...I'm not sure I like it. Don't get me wrong, this is a good poem in the sense that it does what a good poem does (in my opinion, anyway), which is giving the reader the sense of experiencing the poem for himself/herself. It's just too dark and intense for me right now. Maybe I'm in too good a mood to appreciate this. Or maybe this is one of those poems that you have to read over and over till it grows on you and you have no choice but to like it. But do keep it up, you are talented.
