The silence is deadly.
Quiet can be quite violent.
The worst part about being alone in the silence is knowing you stuck with the whispers.
Soft words from the past swirl their way into your mind.
Lost in the trance of memories.
Lock in a maximum security prison of your imaginations design.
Forced to feel everything.
Unnoticed emotions making themselves known for the first time.
A slap across the face.
Wake up you're not asleep anymore.
You're not in Wonderland and you're no Alice.
Happily ever after does not exist.
I loved you with every fiber of my being.
You were my call.
My purpose.
I was supposed to hold you safely.
My one and only job.
I failed.
The day I lost you it filled me to the core with an empty blackness.
A void of nothingness sucking any and all colour from my days and nights.
But then it happened.
Like a lit match in ink black darkness.
A new purpose clawed it's way in
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Broken Parts
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories by myself and I wanted to share them with you.
