7/30 WC: The Violent Quiet (poem)

M.A. Walker
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read
When it gets quiet, you’ve only to blame your brain.

The Violent Quiet

Sitting here, with my head in hands

listening to the voices upstairs

hearing the water running

footsteps

Sitting here, with mind on problems

wondering what these sounds mean

what this day claims

all is quiet, all of a sudden

Neck straight, head upright

feeling the force of time

unsure of myself

dropping this ‘self’

Open eyes, still body & relaxed

I crave the quiet

but mind distracted

start again

I consider the future

when all will be quiet

time will seem long and lonely

and life will have passed too fast, then slowly

I am without sense or reason

life is so fleeting

kids growing cause anger & fear

a lump in my throat, lonely in thought

Sitting here, with my head falling into my hands again

This silence can cause a violence in my mind

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M.A. Walker

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Bent, hollowed & numbed by the horrible. Music & meditation are my tonic. Striving towards love. Abandoning all hope of fruition. Writing yet again.

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