Silence
No sound
No nothing
The breeze outside
Is whispering
Huffing
And somehow mumbling
Bringing the murmurs of the outside world
Of the what's been said
Being condemned
Not to make any noise
Her head hurts
It's not easy to blurt
Out loud that is
What her mind is telling her
Her thoughts are screaming
Vigorously swarming
Swirling
And howling
Yet she stays silent
Her posture's still
Her figure's dim
Dull and slim
Yet is she really silent?
We're talking about her
Aren't we?!
We're considering what she's feeling
What she's thinking
What she's hearing
And not hearing
Maybe because
Be it a false one
Or not
Sometimes whether we admit it
Or not
Silence does speak
Louder than words
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The inner voice
PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
