silent kills
Silent It Kills
In the quiet corners of your heart, pain took root.
He, the architect of hurt, wove his cruelty,
thread by thread, into your fragile tapestry.
And you? You bore it silently,
a secret locked away, a whispered plea.
No cries for help escaped your lips
they remained sealed, like ancient scrolls.
You believed in change, in redemption
a flicker of hope that danced on the edge of despair.
But the silent Specter had other plans.
It crept, insidious, through your days
a shadow staining sunsets, blunting laughter.
Time slipped through your fingers like sand,
and you never tasted the sweetness of mirth.
Instead, you nurtured a monster,
shielding it with fragile excuses.
And now, the coffin awaits a final embrace.
Your laughter, a forgotten melody,
echoes only in the hollows of memory.
Did you ever imagine it would end this way?
Perhaps not. But silence, my friend, is a relentless foe.
So let me whisper this truth
Monsters thrive in darkness, fed by silence.
But you, you deserved light, love, and life.
May your story be a lesson
Speak. Shout. Break the silence.
For in your voice lies the power to save not only yourself
but others who tread the same treacherous path.
Rest now, brave soul,
and may your silence find peace
Copyright © PHEMELO MOSIKARE | Year Posted 2025
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