That moment when I realise
That I could not bring
My words to sing
The song of my soul
And make you understand
And hear the silent girl
Finally speak up.When I realised,
That no matter what I write
Or how I write
My words would never reach
Let alone move you
Or make you understand.I write page after page,
Word after word,
But nothing seems to work.
Everyone loves my writings
Except for the one I write for.After doing so much for you
Giving you everything
Yet you choose to show
Ungratefulness and indifference.
How can a human behave this way?
But then again,
Only humans, can be inhuman.As that realisation hits,
My pen stops,
Every caress followed by agony.
I, as a writer, have failed
And suddenly,
I fall,
Silent.
YOU ARE READING
Silence
PoetryThey say, that before dying, you should experience the love of a writer, poet or painter. If you can become an artist's muse, they'll immortalise you. But some people just don't know how to give value.