My silence is in no way a fetor,
Of my wish for death,an indicator,
My silence, in no way greater,
Not even slightly than it;s creator.
Yes, you, my minds' and mood's dictator,
And sometimes I feel like I earned a hater,
Because silence is all I earn in labor,
After all the work in being your actuator.
My silence, a way it adds to the peace,
Inactive I look,I no longer cease,
Laugh all you want, you made all these,
All these tears that stick like grease,
Even now you drag me into the crease,
You need me, but my need? you decease,
The way you treat me on you caprice,
And thus to the deep void,you increase.
And thus my silence, nothing but a disease,
it's all silenced,the Silenced silence,
My word, nothing but a masks of defiance,
On the deep hold sorrow has in my conscience,
My silence, you use it as you license,
You do know, but who cares, you just need compliance,
My silence, once I shall embrace it in pureness,
I will find balance in that reliance,
You fret for a change,you won't further have guidance,
Because then my silence,eternal and me, a minus.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Khamoshiyaan
PoesíaTHE 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...
