Always Silent

I was always silent, though it was tiresome,
I was at my feet to wear the love of fatigue.
Bewilderment stood for the surprised moment
I experienced, when did this bring itself?
If the avoidance began to strike the heart
The livid dreams sprang from the life outside.
It was to eat food this time, the time of justice,
Then the time was correct for the notions contained.
To meet death was a diabolical meeting,
Turning you to stone, stone was farfetched.
I was always silent when tired and my possessions
Depleted on the breakthrough.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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