(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.
Red eyes smeared across the yellow sun.