My Silence
Why is it
when I want to shout
and scream
and howl
and roar
until my lungs and throat burn
as if I had just breathed out fire that only a mighty dragon could breathe
nobody hears me
That fire doesn't come out
that warrior's cry isn't heard
a fiery cry ready to burn down
our forests and homes
and dry our oceans
in a matter of seconds
that escapes my lips
only reaches people's ears
as silence
Like the silence that is heard
in the night sky
more silent than the leaves
trees
rocks
animals
that lay in a forest
more silent than the breeze
crickets
and sand
that flies in a desert
more silent
than the empty pocket
that was considered "nothing" until our universe was born
I don't know which burning feeling hurts more
the burning I feel
after abusing my body
just to roar out loud
or the burning I feel
that turns my heart into ashes
as I finally realize
the people that I love prefers my silence over my roar
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