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Silence

I sit on my white sheets

And stare off at my white walls

Silence ‘cept for that trickle

The trickle that peeps from my eye’s edge

And slowly slide its way down my cheek

I heaved

Breathing in the silence

Peace at last.

Years of praying for a silent moment

Finally made its descent

I breathed it all in.

But there was no peace.

Just my entanglements

The self loathe and the self pity

that stared emptily back at me.

I hugged myself

As if to say I’ll be alright

In this white silent world

The silence now comforting

As I slid beneath my white sheets

Another tear trickles

Soaking my white kingdom

I blinked and watched

As my world engulfs

In the sound of those

Trickle drops

Invading my silence

I heaved again

And prayed for peace.