I silenced myself
myself and others
lovers to brothers
I made them deaf
I silenced my voice
and voices of mothers
my sisters’ covens and covers
of the never ending choice
I stepped in silence
to not have to answer
what and why and why her
and what happened to my lens
Silence for my eyes
that need not to see it all
silence to my ears dull
and my mouth full of honest lies
I want and will be silent
to those who do not wait
to those who wait I may
whisper part-truths of repent
Where’s the reason for my silent
(do not) ask, I do not know
under pressure, I bend and bow
guilt of hope lost makes me violent
Wounds I don’t see, silent there
I wish to draw, thousand lines
smelling iron, liquor and pines
caring enough not to care
Silence, voices, winds and hums
so loud that I cannot breathe
deafening so that I flee
feeling my fleet running past
A last drumroll, silence dear
to be honored, to get big
I’ll switch gears, clothes, wear a wig
tongue on the floor, silent fear
Silently dripping, drooling red
silence clicking, rhythm lost
for the silence, hidden costs
here I’ll sit down, sound is dead
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
I silenced myself
myself and others
lovers to brothers
I made them deaf
I silenced my voice
and voices of mothers
my sisters’ covens and covers
of the never ending choice
I stepped in silence
to not have to answer
what and why and why her
and what happened to my lens
Silence for my eyes
that need not to see it all
silence to my ears dull
and my mouth full of honest lies
I want and will be silent
to those who do not wait
to those who wait I may
whisper part-truths of repent
Where’s the reason for my silent
(do not) ask, I do not know
under pressure, I bend and bow
guilt of hope lost makes me violent
Wounds I don’t see, silent there
I wish to draw, thousand lines
smelling iron, liquor and pines
caring enough not to care
Silence, voices, winds and hums
so loud that I cannot breathe
deafening so that I flee
feeling my fleet running past
A last drumroll, silence dear
to be honored, to get big
I’ll switch gears, clothes, wear a wig
tongue on the floor, silent fear
Silently dripping, drooling red
silence clicking, rhythm lost
for the silence, hidden costs
here I’ll sit down, sound is dead
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