When one falls silent,
it is not the hush of healing,
but the sound of something within
splintering without witness.
The choices were made
long before speech gave way—
sealed in the marrow,
bound beneath the tongue,
buried alive beneath a face
that learned too well
the art of appearing unbroken.
There is a silence
that does not soothe;
it devours.
It leaves the room colder,
the name less certain,
the soul standing at the threshold
of its own vanishing.
And what remains
is not indecision,
but the terrible clarity
of a heart that has already
chosen its ruin
and mistaken it for peace.
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Author:
Joseph M Marion (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2026 08:35
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Deceived and terribly so. A poem of indecision that leads to silence and demise. Well done my friend
I always try to write the truth the way I feel much feeling inside me and my life hasn't been a while I've been struggling for 10 20 years I'm just tired my friend thank you for the compliment
Always a pleasure Joseph
The feeling of having that emotional turmoil exists that most people hide it well that you could never tell that they’re suffering. It’s very sad but I feel this poem brings light to that and I’d say it was well written. Nicely done
It's the emotions that are set deep inside me like you that make me write this so even this has truth
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