The silence remembers-
The Man, still a boy in his dreams.
He who was to instill hope
only to smash it in his fists.
His windows of perception-
so small,
He could see no wrong
in crushing her ambition.
The silence remembers
what was left unsaid.
The language of memory
translating the hate
and the fear...
The silence remembers-
His rage,
engulfing-
choking-
Her will
to fight.
The silence remembers,
the firecracker she was-
what her pain shaped into.
An empty shell afraid to run
because,
there is nowhere to -
Hide.
Sketches of the soul,
wisp through the silence-
remembering...
Remembering ...
................................
Did she deserve this?
Did she provoke him?
was it her fault-
He loved her so much?
He would be lost in a passion
of making her break.
Laughing -
at the tears,
streaming down her face.
Screaming for him to-
STOP!
She Could be good.
She Would be good.
But He, just smiled
He always knew-
She was a liar.
His words,
spraying like acid-
eating her away.
His fists flew-
to find an answer...
Why wasn't she Listening?
Finally, He stopped.
Standing tall-
Towering,
over Her.
Maybe this time,
She has learned-
her lesson.
He could be right-
He Was Right.
She was wrong.
She was wrong....
So far,
F a r-
from the damage-
inflicted.
Only seeing,
Seeing-
she could be broken.
She was broken.
She can't run-
She can't hide-
from the darkness-
instilled in her mind.
Remember,
the silence.
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Submission Name: The Silence Remembers
