Living With the Silence
I'll never get used to this. An entry for the 'Moment of Silence' Challenge
Sadness overwhelms me to the point of lost mobility
Independent by default, alone in our home – my home now
Lonely with my thoughts, scared of them becoming reality
Expecting the worst, knowing you can’t save me anymore
No laughter in the halls, no slippers sweeping back and forth, no energy
Crying until my sockets hurt won’t change anything, but I can’t stop
Everything hurts without you here and it always will
About the Creator
Jonathan Apollo
Commentator and storyteller. 40-something. NYC. I'm wordy. Thanks for reading. #TPWK
Linktree (including my CashApp - support a broke artist!): https://linktr.ee/japollo1006
Twitter/X & Facebook: @JonnyAWrites
Keep reading
More stories from Jonathan Apollo and writers in Poets and other communities.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Like the phoenix, arise from the ashes, many more mountains to conquer, worlds to explore. Make the silence sing again. great poem nonetheless.
Such a profoundly deep and lingeringly sad poem. Well done.
💔💔💔
What a guttural, sobbing acrostic! Excellent!
This really tugs at the heart strings.
Gosh. And that last line is just a kick in the feels