What do I do with the silences,
Pressing ever against my heart?
The loss of you is unmerciful.
Where do I start?

I sit staring off into nothingness,
But inside my thoughts run wild.
How do I deal with the silences,
When the silence means losing my child?

I beg for sleep, but the dreams come.
I wake with a terrible cry.
I am tormented by your memories
As they slowly go marching by.

I'm so tired, and my heart ached with loneliness
In this house with its silence profound.
What do I do with the silences?
My sobs are the only sound.

Copyright © 2001 Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.

Comments (1)

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written by linzi, March 07, 2008

can i just say i love this poem it sums up almost how i feel i lost my son not long ago and it hurts sooo much thank you