Tag: Silent

Unseen

Unseen

A silent scream
that fell on deaf ears
she had become
insignificant
 
A cry for help
that no one hears
in misery she succumbs
to her predicament
 
A neglected 
and used soul
Her heart trampled
down in the dirt
 
Her melancholy
takes its toll
her neck strangled
Her life now subvert
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Freedom

Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy

She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall

Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return

Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage

Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Quaint

Taciturn

Personal

Solo

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Song Lyric Sunday – Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne is one of my most favorite singers.  The words to this song, Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate, are quite poetic and poignant.  It was featured on his album, The Pretenders, in 1976.  The video has an introduction from Bonnie Raitt.

In response to Helen Vahdati’s prompt Sleep for Song Lyric Sunday

Enjoy your Sunday!

 

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Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where my life will lead me
Waiting to pass under Sleep’s dark and silent gate

I found my love too late
Running around day after day
Looking for the time to play
While my old friends slipped away

Never should have had to try so hard
To make a love work out, I guess
I don’t know what love has got to do with happiness
But the times when we were happy
Were the times we never tried

Sitting down by the highway
Looking down the road
Waiting for a ride
I don’t know where I’ve been
Wishing I could fly away
Don’t know where I’m going
Wishing I could hide
Oh God this is some shape I’m in
When the only thing that makes me cry
Is the kindness in my baby’s eye

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where the years have gone
They have all passed under
Sleep’s dark and silent gate

Jackson Browne

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