Silence and Sorrow

Crowded in an empty room;
Stumbling into one sharp elbow; Then
another-
Conversations vibrating off the freshly painted walls;
Keeping me awake; Like the cries of a child;
I knew the voices; Yet, I was lost
to the names

They were seafoam green; Plastered
to a smooth creamy texture-
Shadows formed by broken words;
Pieces of fire; Flames of reflections;
Cutting through the light of darkness-
My ankles wouldn't support me; My
knees wouldn't console me-
My spirit took leave long ago-
and I wept; Oh, but not the tears of the
caring soul

Each echo quivered down my spine;
Commanding; No. Demanding; I earn the
right to remain among them-
Strong I was not; No longer, Or had
I ever been;
I'd not be here-
Scratching through the leftovers
of this purple
feathered anquish

It was dead roses and daisies; Neither
would lighten my grief-
So I approached the closed coffin of a
deliberate death; With softened breath;
and dry cheeks-
And with a sigh of silence and sorrow-
I spoke the name of peace

© Lisa Hilbers
1/4/2006