Silence Isn't Peace.

By Umemah Almas

Silence isn't peace;

It’s shrill of a lurking storm,

Deadly cold yet sensed as warm,

Embedding on the bunk of shards;

When nowhere feels as desired norm.

Silence isn't peace;

It rattles every door of heart,

Dragging breaths as wearied cart,

Forlorn dusk and vizard dawns;

Masking life as dramatic art.

Silence isn't peace;

Those wounds of silence are spiced unseen,

My quest to speak is sheerly keen,

Twilights and twinkles are delusions of solace;

It fiercely guzzles my inner serene.

By Umemah Almas