The silent sound of my heart pulling to a break
Silent settle of dust on an abandoned surface
that was once beautiful.
The silent meltdown of the rock I built on
Of watching my creation turn to stone.
Loud Futility in my attempt to escape,
Lound clanging of the chains
and the soul silencing tapes
The silence strike of the end,
and I fitting into its shape
The silent yearn for hope
For all this to stop
The silent tracks of fear's prints
Stopping at nothing to throw me in its pit.
The loud voices in the head of demons caged in the past but suddenly broke
free to speak
The silence of my knees getting weak
The silence of a courage that was once sewed in my skin
But somehow, off it got bleached
The silence of a world that stopped spinning
And birds that stopped singing
The silence of the sun frozen in
And The wind getting still
Like the silence of a falling leaf
Never to return to its branch
The silence
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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
