The silence is a haunting mirror,
Reflecting the carnage and ruins of the soul,
Soundlessly echoing a sad funeral cry,
Though colourless it depicts the dark of the night, and coldness of hearts,
Wordlessly narrating a story of never ending slander and lies,
Shattering what little peace is left behind.
The dark is a luminous flaming torch,
Burning bridges between reason and erratic thoughts,
Like wildfire burning a forest reducing to a heap of ash and smoke,
It blinds the soul from seeing anything to ease the pain,
Cutting of access to logical thoughts, retracing all the wrong steps,
And recovering the most painful memories of the soul; it creates a pitiful illusion.
The light is perhaps the worst of them all,
Where you are a subject to the mockery and harsh words,
Abandoning you, in a defenceless wretched state,
Leaving you with no place to hide and no place of your own,
Surrounded by the causes of all your sorrow,
They can't be avoided......you just can't run away.
Neither of the this terrible trio can be avoided for a soul in pain,
All attempts are futile, and an utter waste of energy,
Perhaps then, the only solution is that of passive endurance,
Silent suffering maybe the only way to see them through till the feeling subsides,
But, how many times can the soul pretend their lingering influences don't leave a mark?
When they play a major role in hyping the illusion.....the illusion of pain.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
