The Lingering Pain Of Silence

speak not, for my tongue is numbed with lips that are closed
my words in my throat, holding back a breath indisposed
thoughts pondering, finding lost words to shout my pains
only the dust of time from the past left a choice without refrains
whirling around in my own space that holds me still
my body hollowed with so much emptiness, i need to fill
i gather the pieces of my shattered moments to mold back again
wishing to burn within the silence of my lingering pain
like the ocean in its deepest, my soul breathes out a distant sigh
from the freezing cold waters, teardrops mounted upon the sky.
unto the shoulder of the dark clouds, i rendered my burden
when it rains once again, let me drench from tears of heaven.
the shivering cold i feel brings me back the memories,
i have you beside me, warmed by your arms, to tell my stories
i open my lips for a little smile, coz it’s you that i see
awakened from a wink of my eyes, there was no one but me
how i wish to be seeing you from the places that surround me
where we giggle and laugh, fumble and feeble with glee
it is always you, the soul of my soul my mysterious glory
let me be a part of you though we travel in all of life’s misery
with you is the joy i behold without regrets and without compare
all the truth and lies in this earthen imperfection i dare
slumber and drunk with my brokenness i forebear falling
found myself lost and alone, it is you that i am calling
keep filling myself with nothing, but only the thoughts of you
broken pieces to keep me whole again from that shattered hue
i remained in the silence of my lingering pain and speak no more
till i hold you back to stay within my embrace forevermore
hear me, dear, the sigh of my endearing whispers of pain
tears never stop like the rains tapping my windowpane
burying me deep away from my own self and my own sanity
far far away that brings me out and beyond eternity
lost …lost into the darkened deep, till nothin of me can be found
no footprints nor my ashes from every traces of the ground
i am nothing now but the wind touching your skin
touching your lips, with that alluring smile of a silly grin

acrylic on canvas by suzette portes san jose

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About suzette portes san jose

ABOUT THE AUTHOR SUZETTE PORTES SAN JOSE She was born and raised in Cebu City, spent her elementary years at Stella Maris School, Franciscan Missionary Sisters at Mabolo, Banilad, Cebu City and her high school years at the University of San Carlos Girls High School, Holy Spirit Sisters. She went to college at the University of San Carlos, SVD Priest in Cebu City, Philippines. She is a University half scholar from high school to college. She was born with a passion for writing and living in her art forms. She started writing online in 2013. She now has joined 18 book anthologies from 2015 to 2019. Each of her poems is written with her painting as visuals and is now appearing internationally, namely in the United States, Canada, United Kingdom, India, and the Philippines. She is also a recipient of multiple awards for her ARTworks and Literary works. She was awarded Poet of the Year in 2017 by one of the prestigious poetry site Destiny Poets International Community of Poets UK. Also, a regular contributor to GloMag a monthly issued magazine in India. She has also published her 2 narrative poem Chapbook book "As The Wind Blows" and "Whispering Silence" in the 10 part series. She has also done her first-authored book "The Dawning" along with other books Isle of Words and Colors Vol 1 "Footprints from Every Waks of Life", Isles of Words and Colors Vol. 2 "Journey to the New Horizon" and Kirky’s Adventure Vol.1. Now coming up with Isle of Words and Colors Vol. 3 "At The Rainbows End" and her 2nd book "Whisperings". It has always been her dream to leave her legacy as a fulfilled artist and for her next generation to follow her footsteps. A dream comes true. Thank you, Kirk Dominic (granddaughter) Wilyam Gabriel SJ Reyes (grandson) and Angelito Portes San Jose (only son) for dreams that came to reality.

5 thoughts on “The Lingering Pain Of Silence

    1. suzette portes san jose Post author

      thank you Sir Louis for such deep understanding like reading what i hold within…


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