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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression

Poetry

These short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion

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by chemtrailsofm

by chemtrailsofm

I Was Silent

Is it wrong to deny?

But what if I admit?
Will the clouds be delighted?

What if I told you, I was silent the whole time?

I was silent that the phantom of our yesterday keeps recurring in my head.
I was silent that I still snatched a glance at every move you make.
I was silent that I longed for the authenticity of your soul.
I was silent about how tired I am to swam the river just to be there for you.
I was silent to admit that I don't like the way you treated me.
I was silent to tell you that I couldn't come where you deserved to be.
I was silent the whole time that I bear these wounds in my hands.
I was silent the whole time that despite being in this condition, my heart managed to whisper, calling your name again.

My heart spoke louder, so it was never concealed.

My love was silent, yet you've known it for a long time now.
It was silent, yet it doesn't give you any concern.

So, I remained silent even though it caused me pain.
I never complained.
For I knew, love was not always a two-way street.