Here’s my submission to the dVerse Poetics prompt – this week, we are asked to write something inspired by ‘peace’, since yesterday was the International Day of Peace.
As ever, my creativity strikes at the most inconvenient of times – last night it was just when I was about to go to bed!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my piece below – please do visit the linky link thing to read many more!
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– Incoherence –
There is no silence inside my head
It’s filled with the voices of the dead
the lost, the unloved, the slipped through the cracks
There is no silence inside my head
The voices linger inside my head
They keen and whisper of long-held dread
that tears, that corrodes, that rips them apart
There is no silence inside my head
The people crowd inside my head
They shriek whilst they are ripped into shreds
for power, for might, for strength over all
There is no silence in my head
There is no silence inside my head
Illusion’s immunity, them in our stead
for now at least, but time plays tricks well
No peace, no silence, no rest ’til your dead.
Freya Writes... 
Whew, this poem leaves me with a kind of eerie, nightmarish feeling. I suppose it is true for everyone that there really is no real peace until death.
It is a bit like that, isn’t it. I think my penchant for dystopian fiction picked up and ran away with this poem… Thank you for popping in and commenting.
The voices in your head… that’s indeed something we realize at bed-time when we have time to listen to them… Hope you still get some sleep…
I do indeed. I listen to the radio to lull me to sleep!
yikes….there are voices that run amuck in our heads and if we dont get ahold of them they will run us til we are dead for sure…and that one last great peace is one we all eventually find…or maybe we just hope it is peaceful you know…smiles.
Well, I guess we find out when we get there! Sometimes I am able to gag the voices, sometimes not…
T’was those ‘voices’ of creativity preventing your sleep . And, while you may have struggled with that lack of sleep, I have enjoyed the product 🙂
Thank you, Travelling Macs! And even writing the stuff down doesn’t always shut them up! 🙂
Quite the intense take on the subject. Silence…for some it seems like a state of refuge, for others, even silence resounds quite loudly within us.
Yes, it turned out differently than I had originally planned!
As the saying goes, ‘wherever you go, there you are’.
Indeed! xo
oh heck… sometimes those voices in the head can get an angry crowd…esp. in sleepless nights…heck.. frightening..
Yes, they can be scary sleep companions…
And not just inspiration striking at bedtime, but in the form of a pantoum! Impressive. I loved this.
Thank you so much, Sherry
It may have disrupted your bedtime, but I’m so grateful you listened to your muse. Wonderful.
Thank you, Victoria. I’m so pleased you enjoyed it.
Thank you so much, Victoria.
We all have voices within, but these are creepy. Love the write. The repetition gives the poem an eerie feel. And I hope we can experience peace before death.
Thank you, Myrna, I’m glad that you enjoyed it!
I like the contrast of peace – voices of the dead, whispers of dread, people crowding in our heads ~ Very creative piece, thank you for sharing ~
Thank you, Grace. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you Grace 🙂
I tried to comment but apparently it didn’t work. Your poem is powerful in a dark sort of way. I do hope however that some people can find inner peace during their life time.
You know I err towards the dark side… I’m glad you enjoyed it, despite that.
I think on many levels this is true for all of us, the voices, the stories, the thoughts, the worries are continuously reloading… and then there are small spaces in between… perhaps not silence, but quiet gentleness… we must search for them, pay attention… they are there, here, when we are really awake and present.
Yes, it is true that inbetween the noise, there is at least some peace, some silence. But like with real people, we tend to pay attention to the noisy ones….
Hi Freya, my first time here… And will be back for sure! I like the effect of the repeat here and the appropriate almost goulish atmosphere you’v conjured here – very skilful… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
Hi Scott – thank you! I have a naturally dark imagination, so this was much easier for me than writing in the ‘happy place’. Poetry however, is a new venture for me, so I am very pleased that it worked.