Silence can mean so many things.
Fear. Loneliness. An end.
Silence ends all things,
From a play to a life.
All are taken by silence.
But the final silence that a man hears is not by him. But for him.
The final silence, and possibly the loudest speaking silence of them all.
The silence of collective grief.
This silence, I believe, is the saddest sound of all.
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
