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Poetry & Art

Seasons Of Quiet

they pulled me aside

to tell me

i should turn the volume down

turn down those blinding lights

“it is too much, honey,

too much”

they were whispering,

full of that thing

people here call

care

i don’t care – i thought

and got betrayed

by my own mind

one more time

one more time

silence growing

as days were passing

month by month

season after season

silence eating up my

arms and legs and insides

intoxicating my blood

drowning my fire

in its airless breath

 

and i was so full…

 

so full of screams

that couldn’t get out

of my lungs

i imprisoned them

and got imprisoned

by them

them…

them

it was always about them, wasn’t it?

 

you watched them scream

so fully and beautifully

meat on their bones

desintegrating

becoming a scream

itself

 

“can you save me?

can you teach me how to scream

it all out?

can you unleash me from this

silence?”

 

oh, darling, don’t be silly,

it would be too easy

 

it’s just you

 

you

 

you and the screams

 

wrapped in that

heavy

foggy silence.

 

 

 

Author: Maja
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Just another curious and creative soul on a journey through human experience. Learning, growing, expanding.
Link to social media or website: https://chasingthebliss.weebly.com

 

 

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