You hold me so tight.
You press in me some fright.
I am empty, only you can define what I'll become.
I have nothing to say, I am light,
But the first thing you discharge on me is a moist strike.
Are you alright?
Your tears weaken me, they damage me.
Confide in me.
I'm here for you.
You're trembling and the only consolation I can give you is my silence,
my listening ear, my presence.
Scrunching me you toss me into a bin,
Where I am invisible and can't let anyone in.
That's what you decided to turn me into.
You're hurt, now you hurt me too.
Regardless, I'm defenseless,
All I wanted was to be there for you.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
