Silent House
It fell upon deaf ears
Like a siren screaming in the rain
A dizzy dancing man gone mad
Beside the screaming train
Their voices were multiplying
And Van Gogh once painted pain
He would have loved to know
What others ignore in vain
It fell with a thunderous crash
But no one heard the sound
As a million fiery splinters
Fell harshly to the ground
And no one saw her falling
Right through the broken moon
As the fire turned to slaughter
And the laughter turned to boredom
For she woke up that morning
With strangely no recall
Of any conversation
Of any sound at all
And in the silent house she cried
As her children continued sleeping
When no one wanted to remember
What it was like to hear them speaking.
Author notes
This is metaphorical for oppression.
A contest entry
- Give me your misfit poem by Sarah957.
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This was a good piece and very easy to read and enjoy, but I don't feel like your AN conveys your inspiration behind the piece. Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest.
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Beautiful metaphors. I love the first stanza the best. Good luck in the contest.
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WOW! This is fantastic. I love that you used a metaphor and told two stories at the same time.
This was my favorite part:
It fell upon deaf ears
Like a siren screaming in the rain
A dizzy dancing man gone mad
Beside the screaming train
Thanks for entering. You gave me exactly what I'm looking for in this contest.
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