A difficult battle ensues between those who want to remain in the bars of isolation
and those who are wanting to take a fight and spark inspiration
It could go either ways, the world has been swept by the beauty of the quiet silence
Hearing the swords drop and temporary bliss spread it's awning on the human race
Then there's the words who change the world, their mouths running at a fast pace.
Then there's the silence that only drowns the world, and a restart to square one.
The war may have been lost, but the real battle may just begun.
We watch as it all occurs, but we refuse to utter a word.
We let silence be our enemy, as one fall's to the ground in tears.
When we witness a face slamming against the window pane, but you refuse to speak or hear.
Then there's the words that can come back with hostility.
Tearing down people to the vulnerable shell of what used to be.
Degrading self-esteem, harshness embedded around the edge of the words.
Although it all depends, the war between how we use these words of silence and quietness of voice is
still an outcome to be determined, but for now it remains a tie.
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The Best is Created; Not Found
PoetryA collection of inspiring poetry (or at least I hope). I am new to the community and I hope that you enjoy my work! Will continue to stories later. ~_~