Misuse of anything of use -
twitter, tv, cell phones -
turns us into slack-jawed
empty-eyed, pasy-faced zombies.
We lose our silence, the inner
peace of mind, our well being.
A rest from rage is therapeutic.
Silence strips away
layers of self-deception.
It makes us recoginse
ourselves away from shallowness.
Entertainment - a numbing agent -
Takes us away from reality.
Some suffer in silence.
I rest in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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