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! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Noel Hartem says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ’•

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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 ๐Ÿ’–

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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 โ™ฅ๏ธ 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 ๐ŸŒบ

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    1. Noellie says:

      โค๏ธThank you Vanessa.

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