Silence
Silence
Defined by the dictionary says
the absence of sound
The movement of your lips
means nothing now
But what if silence isnt the
answer
what if its one our other five
senses we apprehend
Or the absense of a sense is it
defness?
By the selfish beings we call
humans?
Given the gift to hear glorious
noises but selectively choosing
which to absorb
Or is there more?
Silence
Is it really the absence of
sound
Or is it the moments we chose
to knock words to the ground
As if they suddenly have no
meaning
As if were bullies and we
choose to give them a beating
There is no such thing as quiet
No such thing as hushed tones
only the moments we feel we
need to be alone and wash the
words out of our heads
Because of consciously
impacted selfishness
We are deaf
To those who need us to be
there therapist
There a mess
And we say they are in silence
But what if in reality they were
running an office in their brains
Trying to caustiously execute a
way to explain their pain
Life is a hard place
Concidering every conceded
being tries to create their own
ways
And leave the rest to drown
Because the selfish are all deaf
And the broken hearted are
mute
So you see silence is just
another creation by the race in
todays society
Built by man
And leaving the differentiated
too broken to stand
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