Silence Surrounding My Soul

Supersonic shouts
Scintillating
Screaming echoed
Laughter
Shifting  time-space
Continuum
Bouncing off
Empty walls.

Silent cries
Wracked sobs of
A shaking train-wreck
Of a man
Curled fetus-like
Balled upon
Dirty grey carpet
Whilst insects fed
Upon his
Skin unfelt.

Memories of
love lost a
Relationship sunk
Beneath the weight of
Too much pain
Silence and
screams.

Tinny tiny voices
Over the telephone
Familiar laughter in
The background
A shout
Cry of anger
The boy has hit his sister
Again.

The oldest
Wise beyond her years
Her voice concerned
Proper English dictioned
Tones as she feels
Her distant daddy’s
Pain.

Are you alright?

Yes, we are fine, Daddy.

When are we coming home?

Mama takes the phone
The conversation becomes
Emotionless
Too-recent hurts
Brawls and arguments lie
Beneath emotionless
Banter
Business-like and
Born of
necessity and
the motions of
moving
on.

The kids need their
Shot records.

School starts
In the Fall.

Make sure you pay
The electric bill.

The middle child needs
Shoes and underwear
So send money
Soon.

Why is a father’s pain
Never sung about
On the radio
Crooned tunelessly
Across the airwaves
As daddies take care
Of business
Loving their lost children
While nurturing pain
Burning a hole
In their hearts
As they go about the
Daily grind
Making ends
meet?

Aching bones creak
As I brush off parasites
Standing
The empty rooms closing in
Around me
Spinning
Echoing laughter
Looming reverbrating
embracing me with
the phantom of
Love’s fading  facade.

I break down
Fall down
Again
Cries crooned
to the tune of an
achy breaky heart
Cherishing my
Pain and
Heartache
Lost in the sound of
Silence surrounding
My soul.


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