Silence saved me
from the greetings and the small talks
from the chasing eyes and the query tone
Silence reached to me
and I welcomed it and carried it wherever I went
It was not heavy nor it was judgmental
but it wasn't gentle either.
So when at the end of the journey
I looked behind and asked my companion
Will you continue to be by my side?
I keep staring at its eyes and waiting in grieve
but there was no answer to recieve.
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Poetrya collection of poems "and the pain crawling out of my womb once I thought it could held me secure but now poison flows from inside waiting for someone to touch it and die. " *excerpt from the poem Overflowed* *english is not my first language so a...
