Silence is a scream,
when you can't hear even the voice inside your head,
What fuels your imagination?
The spark, the life, the light withheld in innocent eyes,
It dazzles and dances speaking of stories long lost to--
Our lives. It's fragile, it's cold, it's warm and contradictory
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
