When silence speaks,
it tells a tale;
of greives,
of pains,
...
A rare wave
stormed through the deep,
a raving crave
aimed at the heart,
...
Those things i did effortlessly,
those smiles i gave without recourse,
those moments of exfoliating warmth,
rolled back in time, like a thunderbolt
...
Life says...
do not wait for the sun to shine;
but
learn to live without its' warmth.
...
Sometimes at night
when the lights are out,
when the flickerings of the lantern fades;
i hear a soft and a stealthy sob,
...
A plague is feasting in town,
The dust has settled on its brim
In everyhome and on folks alike;
They rot away without a stench
...
Today is battered,
bound in fears and filled with griefs;
today is smitten,
bruised within and burried in pains,
...
Am coming out now;
Out of the box,
Your confine.
Where lower than the dust i lie
...