Silence Screams

December 31, 2009

watching the kids play
i stood there
on a slow afternoon
in a room full of emptiness;

the memories and dreams
broken and haunting me still
as i speak to the atmosphere
and i fall into myself;

beauty is the what the eyes behold
beneath this skin,
no one can see the darkness
or the fear;

as I rush home through the night
my mind fumbles around
for some kind of truth
to relieve me from this ordeal;

standing here
hidden from those prying eyes
I’m absorbed in thought,
pretending to be happy for one more day;

here i am
at the fork of my life’s road
silently screaming
angry and confused;

as the echos of silent lights swirling and twinkling
filled the eerie darkness of the night
the struggle within
gets harder everyday;

praying for a better day
to put this pain to a bitter rest
I look up to the sky
(and into my father’s eyes,
watching me and gently smiling,)
as i seek to achieve my freedom;

as rough as the road may be,
the reward I seek is greater than gold,
for what I seek is me,
what i seek is my life;

  • john malhame May 2, 2010 at 1:36 am

    great poem

  • Arrie December 5, 2011 at 4:22 pm

    great poem

  • jenny January 16, 2012 at 2:53 pm

    this poems is beautiful i love it i can see it everthing going on

    • Praveen January 16, 2012 at 9:55 pm

      thank you.

  • tonia February 13, 2012 at 1:34 pm

    i luv this poem….nd im goin to read it in front of my classmates in lyk 2 weeks i hv to memorize it….

    • Praveen March 1, 2012 at 6:33 am

      Thank you Tonia.

  • gino April 5, 2012 at 6:39 pm

    Wow. I feel your words.

  • eriemorganmaples August 10, 2012 at 4:32 pm

    i love the way you wrote this poem very,very,very, powerful