Silence isnt always golden

(The author has given permission for their poem to be posted)

Silence isn’t always golden.
Wrapped in a cocoon of layered thoughts, the tongue is silenced.
I wish I could speak freely, like a bird in the sky, and its soul will pass through me.
Contempt of my unattempted words, I trap myself in contempt.
Plateaued in a limbo of stillness.
I hurt until the blood trickle from my veins.
Caged in an entrapment of false lies.
A façade to a cruel reality
With plastic smiles gleaming at the false sun.
Pale teeth that bites at the back of the innocent and docile.
It hurts.
Red eyes smeared across the yellow sun.


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