Silent House

The house is silent with dread

No one speaks but your screams are heard

I see your soul I know your soul

Blackness has colored your burnt edges

A light born bright refused to glow

Who threw the first stone to open such a wound

No elixir can cure the lesions you pick and protect

Neap tides have eroded your empty hearts wall

Tracing scars beneath thin skin with a smile

Disdain oozes at compassion and kindness

The corner of your eyes display your beloved hate

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

As you looked away I deadlocked the door

The house is silent…….I said no more

sharp tongue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

15 Comments

  1. Call out the haters- absolutely.

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  2. balroop2013 says:

    Brilliant choice of words! Could be called dark poetry but it is beautiful…darkness makes us yearn for light! πŸ™‚

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    1. Noel Hartem says:

      Thank you πŸ’•

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    1. Noel Hartem says:

      Thank you very much

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      1. Thank you for writing.

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  3. That was beautiful… “The corner of your eyes display your beloved hate…” That is a fantastic line!

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    1. Noel Hartem says:

      Thank you very much. The corners are a true tell for hate if you look

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  4. Eli Kyoko says:

    Reminds me of a tragic experience in my childhood.. poignant and beautiful πŸ’–

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    1. Noel Hartem says:

      Thank you for the kind feedback. I’m glad it touched you. Part of it came from my childhood as well…..

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  5. Vanessa says:

    This a beautiful written piece β™₯️ Thank you for sharing and describing something that it is often so hard to put in words. May your new house be filled with peace and gentle, light, warm sounds 🌺

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    1. Noellie says:

      ❀️Thank you Vanessa.

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