Silence is a friend.
One that listens to your worries.
One that echoes your happiness.
A friend that never leaves but is always left behind.
You never heard him nor will you ever do.
You never felt him nor will you ever see him.
Silence is not a friend.
It is your own guilty pleasure.
Hiding the truths and the motion,
You thought you're doing the right thing
By speaking out when he couldn't speak.
But Silence has his voice.
Louder than any words
Clearer than any history
Choosing violence to defend
The streaks of deceits and defeats.
Do not, for a second, think
That nothing is your fault.
The very blood that tries to blink
Is the result of the abuse.
And you are the abuser silencing the silence.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA compilation of (mostly fictional) poetry, short stories / oneshots, and quotes ---------- Cover by _kakiku_ Cover created using Canva
