i understand now why i like to
listen to music when i'm sad.
it's to escape the silence.
something so simple i didn't
even know it myself.
i hate silence.
it's so hard to drown it out
even if you're in a room filled
with people.
silence will always weasel its
way into the cracks.
silence screams so loud it
shatters glass.
silence is indestructible.
even when i turn up the volume,
it still finds me.
it's around every corner,
hunting the weakest link.
i am the weakest.
it preys and feeds on me.
it catches me every time,
when i'm least expecting it.
silence is a melancholy bitch,
and she knows it.
and she loves knowing it.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
