I saw you last night
But you never said anything
We had a special way of greeting
That’s how I have known us, known you
I guess I thought that made us different
But lately the silence is just killing me
Yes I call it that
You only answer when asked something
Where does this silence come from
What is happening to me...to us
Am I holding on to something that’s long gone
Have I become that blind to what I want it to be
Do I need a few days...to find out
Do I still hold on
Why is this happening so soon
I prepared myself for this
My subconscious mind knew it all
But so soon...
Why this scene
What am I still doing here
Why am I doing this to myself
(c) Leasel Martins
Leasal, you express your feelings very well in this well written poem. Well Done!
What is happening to me...to us Am I holding on to something that’s long gone Have I become that blind to what I want it to be a sweet and meaningful poem..yes sometimes the silence has its own unspoken language... a sweet way communication..heart to heart to connections.. like this poem and appreciate your way of writing..10/10
well written. we have all questioned our position every now and then. check out come of my stuff i think you might like it
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Naked honesty and soul-baring, yet the emotions you conveyed relate to the reader and expose our own frail humanity. Excellent! 10++++