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The Silence Of A Man.

Poeticnurse is a Student Nurse studying for her BSc at the university of Port Harcourt, Rivers State, Nigeria.

The silence Of a Man speaks volumes.

I have known the silence of a man
and the silence of the sick
when their eyes roam about the room,
and sometimes I ask myself;
Of what use is language
if my lips can't sing
the music my heart plays?
the hurts and the pains
the sorrows and the burdens?
Or behalf,
when I find the suitable vocabulary
to express how i feel,
what do I get in response?
Promises unfulfilled,
consolations and condolences that doesn't really change anything?

Countless times has my lungs gasped for air,
and my glass fragile heart shattered into
a thousand shards seeking for the blood that once flowed through my veins
because my lips sang the music they never really liked.
and now? It seems to me
that my voice has bade me farewell and
I hope the butterflies that occupy my bowels
Sing you the lullabies I will never be able to sing again.
all we need is a break from the world!
Not because we hate it
but so we can keep loving it
without having to compromise ourselves!


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