Sunday, October 5, 2008

twisted in silence

there are no words
there are no signs
there are no angels
there are no prayers

there is nothing
but the aching silence
that lives

between

us

5 comments:

Sara from PWB said...

Very touching. This poem is packed with a resigned grief.

Brian said...

i like the ending especially... after I read the title again, I was wondering where the "twisted" comes into the poem?

punatik said...

This hits home. Good work. I'm here from PWB.

tumblewords said...

Poignant...haunting. Great site!

DayDreamer said...

Thank you all for your kind comments.

Brian, here's the "twisted" part: the anguish, the fear and the hope felt between two familiar people that want to say something to each other but fear the words, the emotions and the unknown. So they sit, knotted up and resigned to endure the silence.