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It’s the product of silence from which you can’t just escape Rachna Sharma
and caught up words as they become your soul.
in a tangled web of fear. Professional Member
A silent war without swords It’s the dark secret of my heart. sansuras@hotmail.com
but guns loaded with shards It’s the curse of my mind.
of a death cloaked heart It’s the strain on my soul.
that forgot how to beat.
It’s a cloud of unknown It’s the tear in my eye.
where even crows don’t fly But it’s why I am who I am,
but their cackles ring throughout. It’s why I know I’ll never understand.
If you don’t understand my words, you
A lonely place won’t understand my silence.
of dark and dampened mist
that drapes over you Emma Mariott
but inside your head, (http://allpoetry.com/poem/10356793-If-you-
and it fills your brain don-t-understand-my-silence--you-won-t-
where no one else can see. understand-my-words-by-Dark-Reflection)
It’s a puppet show
with white faced dolls
and fake red smiles.
A false reality
with plastic masks
and unseen controlling strings,
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