The unsaid words are growing, sentences spoken in silence,
I don’t need words to say what I want,
The silence is my mother tongue, heartfelt and
close,
There’s a bubble engorging me, its groan swallowing
all there is,
It’s a world being built for me, painted in my hues,
It’s a story in my language, my words, and with my
pen,
An effort to take the step ahead, the tree bearing
its fruits now,
A rainbow of happiness prancing high up in the sky,
Dancing with the silver lining of the clouds,
Its ‘happily ever after’ till I see the face trying
to hide in plain sight,
A figure so passive and far, yet unpleasing to the
eye,
I see you slouching, I see you whining, and I hear
your stories,
I see through your tales, and through the facade
surrounding you,
It’s time to wake up, to fall to the truth from the
platform of lies,
To kiss these times goodbye and never to turn back
again,
But it’s you; I push and throw, only for you to
return,
There’s a buzz and I can feel my head weighing down on
me,
The lights coming back on and the voices are
starting to sing,
It’s a lament bidding you sayonara, unprecedented,
And I’m smiling, again, just because of you,
I don’t even wait for you to turn the bend as I slam
the door,
And it’s just for my life, as I cleanse myself from
the inside,
It’s a new feeling, a new warmth, a new glimmer in
the darkness,
It’s all happening inside, and I know it’s just the
beginning.
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