I am afraid to speak, what if I desolate,
I'd rather remain quiet,be in the triumph,and abate,
Rather I suppress it within,let grief captivate,
Rather than to sadden,I will myself delapidate.
I am afraid to open up,chances,he'd cogitate,
I'm afraid,if I would be a burden, his negate.
I'd sit, and view the pain and darkness penetrate,
Into my veins, and mind collapses in the overweight,
I could stop it all,if only I break the silence and negotiate,
But unwilling I am to burden anyone of my current state,
So,I sit still and await, tears springing,but in hope of a better fate,
Nothing, or, no one brought good change,while I slowly emaciate.
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Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
