Aug 4, 2020
The Din of Silence
Poetry (From the deranged’s point of view)
you take my silence as a personal affront
but there isn’t room here for your pain —
these halls and rooms within my mind
are overflowing — there’s nowhere to hide
no exit doors to escape; I am trapped
should I trap you too? would that ease
the burden you bear for loving me?
I see you lingering like a looming ghost
pouring over my discarded nightmares
reading and re-reading my ink blots
wishing to analyze why I push you away
but you won’t find the answers there
don’t you see, this isn’t about you
none of this is about you — it’s all about me
your soul couldn’t hold the horrors
screaming in the silence of my mind
the din of a million demons rage —
they’ve struck fear in my trembling muses
locked them in a dungeon, chained
there are no words, no articulations
to explain — and even if I could speak them
they would bury you
©2020 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.
This is a Take-Two of my poem, Between Silences which was written from the observer’s point of view. I have taken the elements of that poem and written this one from the point of view of the deranged.
Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. In addition to writing for Take Two, Lori also writes for eighteen other publications here on Medium. Check out her personal Medium blog — Ravyne’s Nest.
