Here, There be a Writer: The Hollow Men

Monday, April 25, 2016

Today's prompt is to use a line from a favourite poem to write a a new poem.

A favourite line of mine is from the end of the poem The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot

"This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bag, but a whimper."

Silence Calls

It is the silence that echoes--

The silence that grows.

I am afraid sometimes

Of the silence.

I want noise echoing down the halls,

Music,

Television,

Something,

But there is nothing but silence

Growing in volume.

My ears filling with blood,

Pumping,

Pulsing,

Banging around my temples,

And this is how I fear my end,

Not with a whimper,

But a bang.

Here, There be a Writer