The stillness of the night
Is like a sharp knife
Cutting me to pieces
Small enough
To keep disintegrated
In thoughts, aloof
From the worries of this world
That haunt from daybreak
And fills the void
Leaving silence behind.
A tormented mind perfectly painted in the poem.Feel it.
Worries of life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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I would like to translate this poem
at times silence is appreciated much more than noise so I always remain silent as I am now deaf others hate my raising my voice they don't know silent folks don't realise they are deaf others are not so they yell at the top of teir voice breakng silence some yell get out of here go to YOUR SILENCE IS SO SOFT AND SWEET BUT ACCEPT MY NOISE WHEN IF EVER WE DO MEET