Silence...
Sometimes it's better to stay quiet than speak.
Opinions are overrated anyways or so I'm told.
Freedom all but a cruel lie.
A cage where wings are torn from our backs.
Unknown and sheltered like a ghost all alone.
Invisible unless we do something wrong.
Then we are punished only to return to invisibility.
Alone...
It's so bitterly cold in this state.
It's so taboo.
It's so forbidden.
It's so wrong to feel like it's right.
What can I say?
What can I really do?
I guess I've just faded away....
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Solitary days and humble nights
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and short story's Book 1