Silent Hell

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Alone at a table in Village Inn, she began to write while she waited for her food.  Helen was stressed and had to get away from her hectic home life for the day.  She had just grabbed her coat and walked out the door.  Now she was trying to write out the troubling emotions into some poems.

Her food arrived and she set her notebook on the seat next to her.  Her mind was still swirling with thoughts and words.  When only about half of her food gone, she pushed the plate away and moved her notebook back in front of her.

Our lives are hell

Reacting to each other

Never really talking

Why bother

You’re usually drunk

Now I seek hope

With or without you

I must find peace of mind

She seemed pretty satisfied with this.  She dated her notebook page and signed it.  Thinking of a title she wrote Silent Hell above the poem.  Another poem about her chaotic life.  It would really break her heart if she knew this made the hundredth poem, she had written this year and it was barely March.  She set the notebook back out of the way and slid her plate back in front of her and finished her lunch wondering if he even had noticed she was gone.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – village