Hearing a silent voice

Photo by Kant Smith on Unsplash

Right now, as we speak

There’s a little boy, aged five

Pushed aside on the corner of his mat

Where he naps

His fingers are clenched onto shredded crumbs of bread

He managed to get his hands on this morning

Despite his mother’s constant nags

About having to save the last few bits for his new born sister

Ashes and rubble are his best friends

Ever since he can remember

Disturbance aches him no more

For everything he’s ever known are dents

He wouldn’t know what the other side of the rainbow looks like

Let alone both

For he’s never encountered a rainbow during his yelps of pain

Pressure, abundance of destruction, humiliation

His innocent weeps never reach aid

He is now used to it

No more room to present emotion

For everything he’s encountered will forever be frozen in time

He wouldn’t know what peace is, ever

For contrarily that would be foreign to him

Therefore, somewhere in this world

Silence takes over

This little boy whose whole life has been built on lies and disruption.

Author | Creative | Film Enthusiast. A 19 year old passionate about uplifting people and trying to make sense of a place we call the Universe.

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