The Silence I Wear Poem by Faruk Ahmed Roni

I watch the world through a locked mouth,
where screams stay folded beneath my tongue.
Fire rages through pulse and souls,
but my voice is a prisoner behind my ribs.

I have seen blood on hands that shake with lies,
heard laughter echo over broken bodies,
Watched innocence traded like currency
And still, I stood, silent, hollowed.

Not because I do not feel.
But because my voice was taken
by a world that feeds on obedience
and punishes truth with exile.

I've seen girls turned into shadows,
justice buried beneath boots and bulletproof lies.
I've seen power wear the mask of progress,
while the poor are crushed under its heel.

Yet I stood
not in protest, but in paralysis.
Fear silenced my name.
Doubt broke my spine.

Is silence my betrayal?
Or is it the only refuge left
When courage have no place to bloom?

I am not proud of this quiet.
It weighs more than truth,
cuts deeper than cruelty
for I know what I see.

And still,
I do not speak.