SILENCE. A Poem. Part I

in #writing7 years ago

 There is a certain art hidden in the shadowy and gloomy description of silence, some see it as a defensive art against the maledictions caused by people, no matter of the forms those latters come in, but ignorance takes the crown of maledictions. Embracing silence as a beautiful art is more or less scary, not for the likes of us dear reader but for those who want to ruin our peace of mind, for silence can make one tumble in doubts if misunderstood, it can make them go through wages of Insecurities and questions, As it can be the perfect answer for the so called slick questions, so pathetic that a single nod could be a sufficient reply. Silence was never a weakness, for instance, the ones who could never understand it made it seem so..


It can also be a getaway of all life's crap, it can take you to levels of your mind that you've never reached before, a deep buried level that makes your mind float in a huge void and endless streams of words emotions, too strong that only silence can handle them, And that dear reader is an ability thats hugely underestimated though very rare and effective, should it be used brilliantly, you'll be able to listen to your demons debate inside of your head, the echo of your soul. And that is a state of mind no one could ever disturb nor find inside of you. Embracing silence as an art is a bliss, as scary as it is and as dark as it may seem dear reader, once you experience the heavenly sound of silence, you'll keep asking more as I do now. You know what the song says " Fools said I you do not know, silence like a Cancer grows." Now whom are the fools, who can whisper with our inner voices, who can analyse the very core of existence deep within our initial core, or them ? The ones who consider us silent folks as loners, as wicked and arrogant as we may seem ?
Pity, how'll never be able to hear their minds in a noisy school bus as we do  
And just you know, as I'm typing this, I'm lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind.. in a darkness so great that it pleases my demons, they are glad, I am glad, and nothing else matters