Ghairo Daniels Poet Free verse

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

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Valsa George March 11, 2025 at 9:47 AM Unhealthy silence hovers over homes. We never express our pains even if houses turn battlefields. "Silence writes letters to itself never posts them they become tears soaking floral pillow." In the stillness of the night, pent up sorrow melts into tears and soak our pillows. Each new day dawns and we return to life as if nothing has happened. Powerful presentation of modern man's plight. Ghairo Daniels March 11, 2025 at 9:58 PM ThkU for read, Beautiful Poet. Sending you love & light. Xxxx