Trudging along the lonely track
dragging along a threadbare sack
that which leaves a bloody trail
years of pains borne on his bent shoulders
the soul has taken in too much
A bolt of lightning hit the ground
There was silence.
Gloomy shadows fell over the streets
Evening winds moaned into the roads
His weak soul longed to swirl in a dimension
Where winds rose to whistle into ears
And fall leaves rustling in the wind
Then the dogs wailed in the darkness.
There was silence.
Moreover, in the distance a brightly glowing lamp
Returned the memories of long-lost peace
Tears streamed down his shrivelled face
He looked up to the dark clouds
Clasping his thickly veined hands
He screamed: “Heaven, please.”
There was another silence
The wind blew the curtain strips apart
six strange eyes looked to the sentry
The wind blew in a gauntly MAN
Whose eyes danced wickedly to an unsung dirge
the curtain strips began their frenzy dance
There was silence
Slumped on the cold hard ground
The curtains parted
Smiling weakly at the boy
Whose body lay cold in the ground
Not wiping the sad tears off his face
A cat shrieked
There was total silence
the roses petal 
16 responses to “SILENCE IN THE BROKEN”
The silences are troubling.
I’m not sure i’ve gained comprehension of this poem yet. My thoughts are all over the place.
The old man in the first verse, the boy whose body lay cold in the ground; 🤔I need to connect these pieces.
If you wont help me, i’ll read and read again till i come to full understanding of it. In my own time that is.
I just could not wait to my instant view of the subject matter. Ohk! See ya😉
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Many people can’t seem to get it so i’ll explain what the poem is all about on my next podcast show dear.
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Thank you dearie for taking your time to explain. Lightening, Lamp; who could have thought? It’s all crystal now.
Regina’s view😍 That’s the beauty of poetry(art, generally), it can give deeper meanings than a writer intends.
Very well done dear. Of your lime, keep making lemonade 👍
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You are welcome 🙏
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A great place of power and healing – SILENCE. The quieter you become, the more your hear.
Well done Nike!👏
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Thank you padre
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When u are silence, ur inner ear and mind is open
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definitely dear
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a
sad
poetry
to enjoy.
Thankyou
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you’re welcome friend
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i almost cried. nice piece dear
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Aww
sorry i awakened your emotions
Thank you for dropping by
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A majestic piece again from Nike. You keep on improving with every post. I wait eagerly for your podcast.
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Thanks dear
below is the link
https://anchor.fm/throughlifestories/episodes/Silence-in-the-Broken-e4qce5
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This is when the elements of the earth conspires to either put you in a state of phantasmagoria or reality. On this one, the elements of the earth were the obvious meddlesome interlopers which brought gloom, sarcasm and eventual enervation of the boy.
P.S: love your metaphorical expressions. In fact, your usage of figurative language is dope.
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Well, the troubles of life can be heavy on us and pull us down, knowing that we e can’t do it all by ourselves and calling on the Most Supreme being brings us peace, however, earth, no matter how rosy or tough it might be for individuals, we shall fall (die) one day and never to rise here on earth again, but in the afterlife where Peace can be eternal. What I drew out of your writing… Weldone, Boot Lady
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