At times all I need in my life is silence, dead silence. Silence so quiet that I could hear it. I want to hear the cries in that silence. I want to hear my fears speak. I want to hear my fears telling me to stop, to compel me from going forward. I want to hear all the regrets I live in. I want to hear the lost ones. I want to hear the ones receding me before I had done wrong. I want to hear the silence to speak to me. I want to hear the silence to shout at me. I want it to tell me the dark secrets it contains. I want the silence to remind me of the faded memories. I want the silence to admonish the unsaid words. I want it to crawl up my spine and enforce itself to my skull. I want it to be enwrapped to me. Certainly, silence could be louder than blasts and i want to hear that silence tear off my ears and make its way into my existence and therefore haunt me to eternity.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poetry"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
