Alongside the stillness of the silent hour,
Inhumed hoarded wealth buried beneath strata of the soul,
Emotions buried deep within the core,
Sound reflection of silence.
Pain in the neck is locked
Behind closed doors of an emotional penitentiary.
Hide the tears and hide the dread,
Keep them latched in the pitch-black.
But deep down it engulfs me up like a demon.
In the darkness of my mind, the silence takes its price,
Leaving scars I never show, the battle taking its toll.
Fighting battles all alone in a noiseless storm of my mind,
In a sunken echo.
The voice is strong like an explosion,
Heart ablaze.
No longer a prisoner of silence's underground river.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoesiaAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
