Silence was what you said when the walls of Jericho fell
and you watched with pain and heard them tell

to everyone on the streets the sacred secrets

Of all that happened the day she revealed her secrets

her nakedness, her body, herself.


Silence was what you said when seduction met erection
On a smooth skinny street made of sapphires

You ran your hands all over and made her cower

Cowering out of crazy curiosity and not cowardice

And you met her eagerness with manliness


Silence was what you said when she came back crying
Painful tears accompanied with tales of a heavy belly

You feigned ignorance and named yourself sterile

With all the strength in you, you denied your seed

And smiled when she came back to say she has taken the pill.


A decade is gone, and you still stink of Silence
Silence was what you told yourself when you wife cried

and wept all night because her belly would not bulge

Silence died and sorrowful screams came out of you

when the doctor stated that your penis will forever remain silent.


As you hang from the rope tonight

Sorrowful screams will cease from your mouth

Tears of blood will flow down your face

And you will dream of the boy you could have had

if only you had silenced silence.

6 thoughts on “Silence

    1. Because death is the only thing that is certain. And in the end we all will get murdered either by our choices or by Death himself.

      And hey, don’t tell you don’t know I write about love too ooo๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„

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