Tranquility fills
the atmosphere
what is heard is silence
falling like photoelectric emissions on deaf ears,
on a trident
It's stabs my heart am mute,
grab my own neck daring to speak.
I watch and stare afraid to engage
the words in my mouth just can't leak.
If you slit my throat today,
and open it wide, you'll only see my innards without a voice.
So leave me alone and let me be
I wish to be poise, even when I don't speak.
My tongue balance perfectly
between the space in my mouth
with my squeals echoing
down oesophagus tunnels down
till my own peaceful voice
gives me migraine.
Until you admit the power of silence,
You will here no word and will never see me again.
Even when tranquillity eats me up
and grinds my bones like pepper,
breaking apart molecules
like an atomic bomb
waiting to explode.
If you really admit the power of silence
only then will i give you my word.
But so sad I don't think you are even willing to admit. Then we're going to have long night.
The night has just begun.
THE POWER OF SILENCE by Faba
17/06/15
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Abstract Blues
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