Inspired by this week’s Haiku Heights Prompt. The sentiments expressed here are true enough.

The Silence
In my heart
Echoes a drumbeat
Loud, jarring
Reverberating discordant
Notes of
Anguished sorrow
Bursting forth
A cacophony
Of empty
Milk tins
My voice is faint
With despondency
Muted with agony
Barely audible
A raspy
Whispering voice
Choked on
The words
And I cannot
Even say
I love you
With glazed eyes
I look towards
The heavens
And see nothing
But the
Piercing pain
Of growing up
Give me
The milk of
To savour
Its rich smoothness
Coursing down
My throat
A balm on
My spirit
For time
Is running out
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu


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