from Kyla - Friday, November 08, 2002
accessed 1260 times A poem Silences
Broken so many times by a rending
That sound that shoots up the back of your neck and sets your hair on end
That sound that shrieks down the corridors of your memory long after real time play
That sound that is a heart rending
I thought I’d forgotten that sound, but there it was
Behind me, its nearness breathing down my neck
Waiting to strike and strike and strike again
Could I ever forget that sound?
The sound of trust shattered
hope ruined
faith questioned
The sound of disillusionment
But when I turned and faced it, expecting to find the demon that had plagued me
By flogging me yet again with what I’d been, what I’d obeyed, what I’d believed,
The sound was only a memory, a figment, a past
For I will never again put my trust
my hope
my faith
In that which is an illusion
8 October 2002
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