In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders
identifying
final innocence crushed
Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care
Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak
The silence of utter failure
the throws between a life and it's death
the hush of a dream at once impoverished
as you witness it's final breath
Sound buried in the void of explanation
mute the muse of words
suspended only notwithstanding
owned hope of his and hers
An endless pause hangs in between
as your grip slips knowing what it means
Words so deafening only silence can bear them
when the strong have no defiance left to live
in the soundless silence already condemning
the living who can't endure it again
In this silence so inaudibly hearable
so cruel so brutal it's sound
the pitch of which is so unbearable
the deaf cry... Turn it down!
Categories:
hearable, hurt, sorrow, sound, spoken
Form: I do not know?