Keep Quiet

by Neil Chatterton

Slowly,
Slumbered thoughts drift
Conjured images rise
Murky passageways
Rise up
As darkness smirks
Revealing its intentions
Gleefully.
I struggle
Groping
Feeling
Touching
Hoping
Yet,
Nothing for me
But dust and deceit.

Sickly smiles from
Melting faces
Urging me
Tasting their bitterness
In the polluted air
As I summon
Courage.

And Love.

Yes, the same Love
That blossomed immediately,
Once I had looked upon
You.

©Neil Chatterton 2012

4 thoughts on “Keep Quiet by Neil Chatterton

  1. I struggle
    Groping
    Feeling
    Touching
    Hoping
    Yet,
    Nothing for me
    But dust and deceit.
    Neil, 
    You write and some of us can relate–all too  well. 
    Brutal honesty in this one. 
    P

  2. Its grey shade spreads over the heart! Yes, I know what you mean by ‘sickly smiles from/Melting faces..’ It is very difficult to keep their bitterness from polluting you further.
    -Portia

  3. Hello Neil. I have read this poem several times and each time I get something more from it. It is introspective and haunting. A search and longing for solace through the darkness. I’m going to read it again. I like this one Neil. Well done.

    • Neil Chatterton

      Ron – thank you. I wasn’t that taken by this poem, but you’re the second person that has made that comment! So I too re-read this again (and again), and I my opinion has changed!


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