SILENT HOMES

SILENT HOMES Silence cloak of protection worn longing for heaven sways in dust settles wistful plays hide then seek walks valleys of unknowingness and solitary alleys naked wounds shatter silence of wounded birds peeping through torn curtains hiding under unlaundered sheets those that witnessed boiling water screams the terror of war in silent homes Silence writes letters to itself never posts them they become tears soaking floral pillow Silence goes to work next day Nothing happened Just a mouldy sandwich in her desk drawer