Silent
By My_pain_your_thrill •
We stand in the hall,
We all look around,
Tears fall silently,
They splash on the ground,
The hall remains silent,
I stand and I stare,
There’s a long white corridor,
And you are down there somewhere,
Look at what I’ve managed to find,
A final end to the pain,
Either we’ll work things out,
Or I’ll never see you again,
They all look at me,
And wonder why I’m here,
They don’t want me around,
And try to fill me with fear,
The hall remains silent,
I pause and wait for sound,
Here it comes now,
Steady footsteps on the ground,
I take a moment to rewind,
A silent memory just for me,
I see you laughing and fooling around,
Speaking of your love that used to be,
I was always your little girl,
Until I tried to live my own life,
But you wanted me to recreate yours,
And you said I tore into you like a knife,
I come back to this silent hall,
A tear slowly falls,
Was that for the past? Now?
Or was it for it all?
I hear the words being said,
And I see them all cry,
But I didn’t want to hear,
Tell me again, did he die?
I stand here in this silent hall,
With my world at my feet,
Sobs of anger and despair,
And the floor becomes my seat,
They all look at me in anger,
Because they know what you once said,
You told me that I would kill you,
And now look, you’re dead,
It wasn’t my fault you had heart disease,
And it wasn’t my fault you died,
I was only a young woman Dad,
And it was your fault I cried,
Now I stand in this silent hall,
With memories in the air,
I have to remember all the good things,
And they are everywhere,
Although I did it myself in the end,
You were there at the start,
And now I have to live and know,
I really did break your heart!!
15/03/2006
“You make me ill, you’re killing me.”
A fight with my dad resulted in me leaving home, a lot of nasty things being said to me, and my family disowning me. Also, I was left with this image in my head of when my dad dies, being filled with regrets.
Poem set in the future.