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SILENCE by Sumy Adam

Silence..

Her fragile body laid
Her heart, a train
pounding down its tracks.
The fire of aching burns
of dark monster
suffocating in hurt
She wished it will stop
but walls are too strong
Stronger than a teak tree
powerful than hydrogen bomb.

Black and blue fear
Pain tearing down her spinal cord.
that the wall could choke and drown
in raging seas of her tears
The storm could loose it's strength
compared to darkness of her pains
The earth could freeze
from the shrieks of her inner soul

If she could once again
Fly and live
to Illuminate paths of love
She must soar above the buried
white elephant in her living room.
She waits for the twilight to give way for dawn
for the day to shut down,
a path to night.
for the moon to sleep
so that Sun can wake up
For her to catch her breath
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow"

Until then, only Silence remains...

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