Screaming voices were my lullaby,
So how can I relax when it's all so quiet,
And I was conditioned to survive a war zone,
I don't trust the calm before the storm,
Silence is vulnerability and false comfort,
From silence chaos is born,
Silence is a blind tightrope walk,
One wrong breath is all it takes,
And you'll be thrown off the line,
Chaos is a predictable erratic storm that takes what it wants,
There is no safety blanket or misguidance,
And casualty's are to be expected,
No etiquette or caution required,
A playground for screaming souls,
I'd take that any day over silence.
YOU ARE READING
Greif poetry
PoetryMy boyfriend passed away recently to mental health and this is essentially me trying to cope, it's not going to be well written it's just my thoughts and emotions on paper and if it somehow helps someone else or people enjoy it, great.
