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Silence

June 16, 2015
By Soap_Box_Preacher GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
Soap_Box_Preacher GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
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Locking yourself up with such things, letting them stir, using these pure psychic creations as raw material, and deciding, each time, how much or little you’re going to participate in your own act of creation, just what you’ll stake, what are the odds, just how far are you going to go – that’s called being a writer. And you do it alone in a room.


It forces you to reflect
about things you wish to forget.
It swallows you whole,
and you drown in its soul.
Silence is full of regret.

You beg for repentance,
but the silence refuses to listen.
Its sound overrules your voice,
and you have no choice.
Because silence shatters your ignorance.

You’re stuck in this room.
The silence is coming after you.
What are you supposed to do?
Pray that it’s knife cuts through
quick…

Quick and painless,
that’s the only way to endure all this madness.
You can’t win a battle with silence;
its presence is far too violent.



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