In your silence I sense the tension,
the twist between every sudden movement's compression.
I feel the tearing of two fearing hearts...
the dreadful colour in what we adored for arts,
your silence is my morning alarm,sadly hopeless,
my night's twinkle star, amazingly awful...
in your silence I search for responses ineffective,
That my mind becomes so destructive and in these moments you make me feel restrictive,
The least attractive thought of how silence becomes this manipulative, humiliative and possessive weapon, injuring my scars,
Making me loose the star I once was,
Like a women without a heel,
I fight the thought that it may never heal,
Sitting up a hill and all I could really feel,
Is your silence attacking the will,
Of apetite for a meal,
The silence making me wanna kill,
For fake torture tuned out to be real,
Each step into your silence possessed the skill of planting a dreadful pill,
Oh how your silence was there,
I could try to run, but the question is where?
Being hindered from opening closed doors,
Awakening from broken floors,
The fault was all yours,
But it didn't stop me from looking out the window,
My staring place each time I felt low,
Still eating up your silence someone noticed my glow,
Waved welcomingly just so the silence lost its flow,
Within that moment I was taken aback with rememberance of how adorable your silence made me to the next fragile soul...
I had become a part of someone's smile in whole,
Someone's energy, enthusiasm and hyper joy,
That was enough to get my feet together,
To go all out embracing the weather,
Romancing in delight,
Being free from the silent fight,
I have now taken it to my gratitude,
That each one coming with the same attitude,
Earns none of my sympathies nor empathies,
For how I now long for your silence,
From the moment I left you've been making noise...

Poetry by: Belise Rene S.