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Slicing the silence,Post 19.

Silence, like a shroud of death,
Extends infinitely etched,
Covering fragile egos
High-strung, taut, stretched.


I wonder what you’re doing
Thoughts of you hovering inside my head
I do so want to reach out,
Slice the silence and leave it dead

But being so afraid of what I will find,
Into my shell I retreat
Draw up the shroud a little tighter
It is now laced with weary defeat.

Inside it I still conceal myself,
Cuts on wrist-- a practised chop
Terrified to slice the silence now
Lest the bleeding does not stop.

© 2011 Preeti Shenoy

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Comments

  1. ooooooh - the pain and so much more is ooozing out!

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  2. Lovely poem.Its not very easy for many to tell the pain inside,you have written it wonderfully.

    Loved these lines
    //But being so afraid of what I will find,Into my shell I retreat//

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  3. heart tugging, soul stirring poetry !

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  4. How do you manage to write about pain so beautifully!!!loved it.

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  5. Prathima, Ruchira,Sundari and Shachi: Do you have any idea how GOOD you all make me feel by so much appreciation?!! Thanks a million! Your words mean SUCH A LOT! Deeply appreciate. Especially as all of you are smart and are all 'readers' who love books. Thanks people!

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  6. Sometimes silence of a loved one can almost kill us. My thoughts have been put in words here(especially the 2nd stanza).
    Loved this poem Preeti. It has been very well expressed.

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  7. Sometimes pain brings the best side ...which we never knew!!!!!

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