This silence –
That speaks so loud in my solitude
With every moment, my words are getting caged –
The things that I have bottled up are trying to escape –
My words are getting lost over its deafening roar –
Yet this silence grows –
It’s roots taints my thoughts, as it ceases my capacity to speak –
My thoughts, do they need escape or are they just desperate for validation –
This silence –
It pulls me towards a forbidden bliss –
Like a fall, I feel myself submitting to it-
This might be the demise of my expression-
Yet I cannot help but marvel how serene this demise is –