When will it end?
Yelling through the pain, but no one hears.
Say it softer, it falls on deaf ears.
When will it end?
All that is heard is yelling, so he does not bother.
She says it softer, yet it's still met with silence.
When. Will it end?
The silence is deafening.
The shouting is ear-shattering.
No words are spoken.
Space filled with silence.
Has it ended?
Days go by
Awaken by a broken silence
But is it too late? Can the damage be undone?
Yelling through the pain, it fell on deaf ears.
Said it softer, it falls on deaf ears.
Weaponizing silence, now no one cares/
When will it end?
When does the yelling stop?
When is the silence no longer weaponized?
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The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak5 days ago in Poets
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Perfectly crafted
Keep it up.