She watched the world shift, yet felt nothing break,
A father gone, a silence too thick to shake.
Barely eight, too young to understand,
Grief slipped past like unheld sand.
No tears fell, no wails took flight,
Just hollow echoes in the night.
And in that quiet, something stayed-
A wound unnamed, a child betrayed.
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When Silence Bled
PoetryA collection of poetry where silence speaks in wounds and whispers. 'When Silence Bled' unearths the beauty in sorrow, the weight of unspoken words, and the quiet ache of love and loss. Haunting, tender, and unflinchingly honest- these verses linger...
