The Hour of the Listener

Of course you can't sleep
There's no sleep to be had
For a listener

Night is your hour
Listen is all you can do
As nothing will listen to you

Listener, hear the silence!
See that ink!
Its scream's so loud one cannot think

Listener, feel the emptiness!
It's oh so heavy
It might just crush you, are you strong, are you ready?

Listener, taste that solitude.
Drink and choke
That poison straight into your veins will soak

Don't sleep, my listener
Although your eyes are closing
Although your limbs are hot

Although your heart is aching
Listen is all you can do
As nothing will listen to you.




Poetry by fungi
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Written on 2006-05-19 at 18:24

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Zoya Zaidi
Hark the silence speaks!
I have a poem where silence of another kind speaks: 'Nocturn".
It is strange how silence speaks differently to different people.
We can say that silence is when our soul speaks to us, our inner self.
Hey this could be the begining of a poem?
Thanks for inspiration.

See you a poem later.

**hugs for a lovely poem**
love, xxx,, Zoya
((((welcome again to the bay))))
**hugs**
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-19