Life whispering in midst of the murmuring grief
And seasoned light begin to fade
The remnants of amber when fire was stolen
Baked the spoiled ego of glory in gray
Now waves are bolder in seas but rivers
Were deprived to be great and crave in thirst
Swans they fly up high and sigh as feathers
Were shaved by the scorching breath of storm
Silence was the one that makes you feel good
Its own volition robbed the red in your lips
And turned them pale, seemed you're rounded
But secretly titled deaf, and beggar of decision.
Muting your nerves to tell the fire in your bone
Preaching that your dream is another science
Of imagination lingering in the crowd of reality?
Telling you, silence is more intelligent than raising your voice!
Silence is the criminal of guts!
They'll kill you before you get to know, you're alive!
YOU ARE READING
SAD BRAVERY
PoetryIT IS SO SAD TO BE BRAVE FOR YOUR LOVE, WILL, AND COMMITMENTS. THIS IS A COMPILATION OF POEMS OF MY APPEALS.
