The silence grows stronger,
No lips move,
No tongues speak,
We are forever cursed,
Never again will we speak,
Never again will the sweet sound of music,
Flow from our lips,
Instead we live in silence,
Our lives forever more barren,
Cursed to the silence,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem because it sadly reminds me of my family ;) . Most of us are quite silent and life truly feels insipid are barren at those times, although I myself am quiescent by nature, so a bit of irony here. But no, seriously, I think that ring of moroseness makes it quite beautiful, and it stops me from forgetting that poetry is more than a few witty rhymes thrown together. You know if you ever tire of these short pieces (which mind you are very good) , you should try a hand at some short stories, they're good for putting more substance into your ideas. Btw I found this awesome poem a day or two ago by Lerryn Warren, 'My flower'.