How can it be so quiet, but so loud?
So simple, but so harsh?
How can such silence hold so much pain?
Words that are used everyday,
Put together, and cut through our flesh,
Like a knife through butter, with ease,
We bow our heads,
Our minds going insane,
Following each demand,
Bleeding with each cut,
Screaming with each thought,
Pleading with each strike,
Memorizing everything,
Each word and thought,
Each tear and cause,
Because we live in misery,
Because we live in fear,
Of each word,
Of each dagger that the silent whispers hold,
"Because their not just whispers,"
"They have words that are as sharp as swords,"
"And we're frightened."
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Author:
Qentrice (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
some people don't realize how much words can hurt, how powerful they can be, very nice write. ww
Thank you very much! 🙂
Very nice poem! Words/whispers can be devastating. Some people don't realize that or when to be quiet. Great job!--Christina
Thank you very much! 🙂
How old should you be to write these poems guys?
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