Poems Writings

the silent treatment

“When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.” 
Rumi

maybe


maybe, you don’t love me anymore

maybe you can’t contain

all of me

tears

and

all


maybe, i was a clutch

to you

and now,

i am steady

no more


maybe, i was a bait

in your game

to hook yourself

to worth


maybe, i was a reality

that never lived up

to your dream


maybe, my being was tied

to your delusions

shattered,

they lie

and you

deprive me

of your words


what can hurt more

than the slicing silence

the silence

that comes before a storm

picks up your heart

and grinds it

into a billion useless shards


the silence that

rapes your happiness

and shoves pills

down its throat

 

the silence

that kills

less mercifully

than

a thousand shouts


the silence

that lurks

and slithers

into your bloodstream

one sigh

at a time

how do you feel about the silent treatment?

 

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3 Comments

  1. for me….the silent treatment is the lowest of the low. Keep Talkin’

  2. Excellent, raw, to the heart

  3. This was so relatable – love how you’ve expressed it here.
    ‘the silence that kills less mercifully than a thousand shouts’ – brilliantly written!

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