Silence is like a song,
its words never long.
Silence is like a bird,
the words never heard.
The feelings are still there,
yet, no words do we see.
Silence is like a hare,
running to a tree.
For there hare will hide.
Alone and very scared.
It thinks and it hopes
that it's life will be spared.
The hare is like us
in several different ways.
Hiding from the words
such as retarded, slut, and gay.
But when we feel the silence
and its horrible wrath.
That is when we start to wonder,
Is it really worth that?
In the moment we say no.
We are humans of course!
We break free from our shell.
Triumphantly like a horse.
But that's when we realize
the words that sent us away
did not disappear,
be linger they may.
We tried to live.
We valiantly fought.
But none of it matters
when we finish the knot.
Over our heads,
the rope does it go.
the words keep repeating
"Bitch" "Faggot" and "Ho"
All of this happens
because of one thing.
The words and its silence,
Ending only in pain.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
