The sounds of sorrow:
Soft whimpers under cover
Late late on a cold winter's night
Low moans of eternal pain
That one has tried to turn
Into, 'I forgot'
Long wails that are full
Of fury and devastation
As a hurricane's whip cracks
The heart that has been
Kicked and stomped
And stabbed to froth
Flipping pages of poetry
Fanning the heat
Of discourse
Long sighs
Sitting in a swing
Looking down... coughs
Hearing what others think
What they say
In silence
The scrape of a mental shovel
Digging deeper
Trying to bury the past
Oh! of course
The frustration of deliberations
Throwing and shattering glass
Yelling in a canyon
But there are no echoes
Bouncing back
The sucking sound
Made from a razor blade
That is in your mouth
And then silence
Midnights Voice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sounds-of-sorrow/
