It happens without you knowing
Spreads with no relent.
Contained beneath the surface
Forever, it hides its face.
But once you know of it
Its mysteries awake,
The silence spreads into your brain –
Where a web of feelings are contained.
Brutally still, it lies there stubborn;
Remaining.
What is worse about the silence,
Is its magic prowess;
You see whilst in one its heart remains,
Any friend or family member
Can be effected,
disturbed,
If it feels your pain,
Your affiliation with the afflicted.
It can travel through the air you see
And with enough energy remaining
It can transfer much despair
Itself in situ;
Still remaining.
Even after damage
Or complete destruction
The emotions and the feelings
Are harder to be rid of
Worse for family members,
If their loved one died.
The silence comes in many forms.
It’s hard. It’s cruel. It’s deceiving.
And part of it always remains behind.
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