Silence Poem by Win Gray

The silence has become deafening.
The stillness is frightening.
The quietness pulsates in my brain.
I struggle to find ease from the pain.

Noisy regrets wrestle my unaccustomed silence
reminding me of the drunken permissible violence.
I regretfully reminisce, screaming in the silence, the hurt doesn’t wane
when I remember the pounding from the metal cane
and slashes from the butcher knife across my back.
My memories have been jarred from the vicious attack
that has left my trust and emotions crippled.
Enraged, my hatred for him has tripled.

The burnt scars on my face has remained
even though he’s now detained.
In an empty cold room
I sit holding a broom
that I will use to smash the cruel mirror
reflecting my degrading relationship error.
I have been transformed me into a sulky fool
scared of my own reflection that looks like a ghoul.

Depressingly, I’ll sweep away the broken pieces,
imagining the day the silence ceases
and I hear the sound of laughter again
that will loosen the overpowering mental chain.