The stillness of the night
Is like a sharp knife
Cutting me to pieces
Small enough
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A tormented mind perfectly painted in the poem.Feel it.
Worries of life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
at times silence is appreciated much more than noise so I always remain silent as I am now deaf others hate my raising my voice they don't know silent folks don't realise they are deaf others are not so they yell at the top of teir voice breakng silence some yell get out of here go to YOUR SILENCE IS SO SOFT AND SWEET BUT ACCEPT MY NOISE WHEN IF EVER WE DO MEET