Noisy Silence
William Harrell
Follower of The Way. Descendant of Yashar’el and Yahudah. Youngest son of William Collins. Teacher/Coach.
I...
Never thought I
Could get through this.
I...
Never thought I
Would live through this.
Why...
Did I have to live through
Losing all of this?
Why...
Oh why...
My anxiety’s kicking;
Been randomly triggered.
Don’t understand what life brings.
You give and You take,
Already knowing my fate;
Why put me through
The drama of it all?
The silence night brings
Also delivers the voices;
So loud they cannot
Be ignored.
I’m losing my mind
If I don’t loosen my mind;
Can’t keep self-medicating
To block it all out.
Cause some of this noise...
I need to hear,
Loud and clear.
And some of this noise...
Will make me face reality,
Loud and clear:
While I go through
This life by day,
Having gone through
This death by night,
Just know that I may
Never look like what
I’m going through.
My filters and profiles
May never reveal
My noisy silence.
While you go through
This life by day,
Having gone through
This death by night,
Just know that you may
Never look like what
You’re going through.
Your filters and profiles
May never reveal
Your noisy silence.
While they go through
Their life by day,
Having gone through
Their death by night,
Just know that they may
Never look like what
They’re going through.
Their filters and profiles
May never reveal
Their noisy silence.
We’re not as alone
As we may think.
Buried by walls,
Closed off by gates.
Doors locked up
With keys thrown away.
Been ignoring too long
The knocking on the
Other side with
The still constant voice
Saying...
“Hey...”
-J. Doeson