Silence

Told to say something when quiet,
Told to be quiet when speaking.
What am I supposed to do?
What is the answer you’re seeking?

Am I to speak? 
Or am I not?
Am I to stay quiet 
and speak in my thoughts?

I speak in disease, 
Slowly destroying everything around me,
Until I have nothing left,
Such a cruel reality. 

Sorry is the only word I know,
It’s all I ever say.
Excusing my pitiful ignorance 
Until my eventual doomsday.

I’m sorry for talking,
I’m sorry for staying silent,
I’m sorry for daring to speak,
Please don’t show me repent.

For it is my own naivety 
that has brought me here.
I shall hide myself away
Until my end is near.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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