Mes mots dans ce rêve.

The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering hill sides by a pale tide, blistering with mercy;

Condemn

Poems & Equality

Word count: 145

Warning: A lot of sadness


Silence.

Silence is golden,

Silence is precious,

Silence keeps me safe.

My mind is a void,

An overflowing, overthinking

Boisterous void which comforts me,

Consoles me, builds me up and

Breaks me down, exploits my fears,

Beats me within an inch of my soul

In one second.

And yet, my mouth can’t form the words

I desperately want to say,

It stutters, it hesitates,

It remains silent.

The words remain in my mind,

Only released on paper

Or Microsoft Word..

The silence is maddening.

It is not golden or precious,

It harms me instead of protecting me –

It screams in my mind yet

Refuses to let even a hum escape.

Please, please set me free

From the bonds of your cruelty,

For once let me say what’s on my mind

Without fear of judgment or disappointment.

I’d do anything to get…

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