From the start,
Your lips shushed me.
Your eyes hushed me.
Your body mushed me.
From the very start,
You silenced me.
I used to,
Cry out loud.
No sound used to come out.
You robbed me,
Of my words.
My feelings.
My senses.
You silenced me.
Drugged me,
with a pain
To call my own.
I've always wanted,
Pain with the love.
Sorrow with all the smiles.
Lies with the truth.
Darkness with the light.
But from the very start,
You silenced me.
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Smoke.
PoetryAll our lives we live in an illusion. The past. The present. The future. The moments. The feelings. The love. The dreams. The desires. The pleasure. Is nothing more. Than just smoke. Existent. But non existent.
