one, two, three.
yesterday, i only spoke
two hundred fifty-eight words.
today, i only spoke
one hundred thirty words.
aren't you proud of
me?
four, five, six, seven.
they called me a chatterbox
but it's silent now! Oh! do you
Think they'll like me now?
i slipped away from the dance,
quietly!
((quietly,quiet,quiet))
it's quiet.
and i wanted to scream at
someone, anyone:
ask me to stay! tell me
that i'm wanted! &
don't let me
g o.
yet
unlike Cinderella, no
one ran after me. i said
Goodbye! Farewell!,
((twenty-one, twenty-two))
but
i must've said it to
a goddamn void.
not one,
no one,
no o n e.
- i'm just trying to make myself
remembered.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
