It’s everywhere.
In the wind, the air
In the matter that consumes our lives.
It’s haunting, reflecting
You can’t escape it.
Why?
What is its purpose
Some are consumed
By guilt
While others...
They are enlightened with realism
Yet
I stand here
Questioning
Who are you, Silence.
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Author:
micaela.g354 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This is a very profound poem.I enjoyed reading it a lot.
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