What is silence?
A word not spoken. A chance not taken
If that was the true meaning..wouldnt it bare nothing
People say silence is loud
Along with a horrid crowd
Maybe breaking it
Could cause a rampage
Why is it pain?
The pain is the unspoken thing. The lost voices screaming.
Silence is a language in it's own that only a few have learned.
It is only loud because you know how to speak it.
The pain is already present.
But if the pain vanished
And the world has silenced
And the lights go out
As you're watching the sky
No breeze, no birds, no sound
What would you call that
As the world spins round.
Some would call it peaceful.
Others would call it hell it depends
where you stand
and what you know.
People who know silence as a friend always there always caring,
will find it comforting.
People who are loud
and there words spoken
in the screaming
sea of voices would be miserable,
because they enjoy the noise.
People know silence
People know sound
Mixed with emotions they wished
They could
Or couldn't feel again
Between the soft murmurs of time
And the loud screams
Of the order
Blundering parties
And quiet stories
If Silence is deafening
And Sound is muffled
What will become of those
Who cannot decipher
The two?
-with the help of my best friend, my stars to my night sky Anxiouslove
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𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤
PoetryThis book is about a boy and his thoughts, an outcast, escaping through his words of reality, perfect fatality, and disowned by society but found his heart in a lost remedy. 《DISCONTINUED》
