- The Silence
There is a silence
Quieter than the belly of a cave.
Where not even an echo
Can make you
Feel like two
And throw your voice back at you
A silence that a thousand voices cannot penetrate
A darkness blacker than the shores of Stygian
A loneliness that
crowds can’t stave
Like a black hole in space
A lonely dark forbidden place
The soul goes to hide
Closing itself up
Wrapping its arms around itself
Locking emotions away
Hiding from the light of day
And the truth
Life locked away is not living
But it’s also not dying
Dreams abandoned are never found
Tears are shed only by the living
We cry for ourselves when all is gone
That once we felt had no end
No stopping
And then like fall
And dropping leaves
The world comes to and end
And we fall tumbling out of control
Spinning aimlessly
Through some kind of space and time continuum
Dizzily grasping for any hold
To keep from falling
Deeper into a dark forgotten hole
When life continues
Without escape and without hope
Once you’re trapped inside this place
Inside the mind of lost dreams
You’ll know what living really means.
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I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.
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“And then like fall
And dropping leaves
The world comes to and end
And we fall tumbling out of control”
Dan, these lines, this poem, speak to the depths of all who have experienced deep and relentless pain. You have beautifully captured those feelings that are so difficult to phrase. And yet, you did.
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Thank you Cher. As i said in some blog some place, poetry is hard, it’s truly reaching inside ripping your heart out placing it on a platter of paper in front of the world and saying please don’t hurt me. And people like you make it possible to keep doing that because you not only don’t hurt one , you hear and you feel. So thank you [
Dan Sanders recently posted..The Silence
“When life continues
Without escape and without hope
Once you’re trapped inside this place
Inside the mind of lost dreams
You’ll know what living really means”
- to know the light we need the the dark so very very true – there is such a sadness here Dan yet when you end with these words even in that despair – the black hole, the place where you fall and fall – there seems to be a chink of light, I really hope so – such a powerful and truthful poem which touched my heart.
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Sam Thank you so much, You learn, I think, to appreciate life more when you see how quickly it can end. I think the worst part sometimes of being with a dying person, is seeing your own future.
Dan Sanders recently posted..The Silence