Author: Mrs. Kitsune PM
This is a poem dedicated to ChildCalledSilence, for her many supportive reviews and lovely works of art that she writes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 435 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-01-12 - id: 3018687
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Dedicated to ChildCalledSilence.
The world is ending
through no fault of our own
and our children will never know
what this beautiful world can be.
The ones who struggle through the tears
to say that they're fine
and paint on a smile
as their eyes weep silent tears
but they don't allow anyone to see.
The ones who are ignored
and are questioning whether or not
They exist at all in this hour
Because after all…
They are just another neglected child.
The ones who have been there.
The ones who survived.
The ones who lived to speak.
To speak and be heard.
The ones heard by many.
And the others who say that they're fine,
are spun around
And told to tell the truth.
All the things they said
running through my head
and then I am the one crying unshed tears.
I am the one who feels the hand
Falling on my shoulder
and given the hug that has gone missing for far
And we all yell out-
To the edge!
To the edge of the world
There is more!
There is so much more to the world than this!
Embrace the silence!
Embrace it because all that silence is
is a blank canvass waiting to be painted.
Is an empty record waiting to be filled with music.
Is a table full of ideas waiting to be experimented.
Is just that.
Silence can be everything.
The sound of the ocean
the taste of funnel cakes
the smell of snow
the softness of a bed
and silence is a dream!
Jump off of the edge of the world!
And embrace the one called silence.
For silence has been there
Silence will always listen
Silence will always be your friend
and the children grow up in the fields of imagination
to survive and say
to the world
here we go again!
And are happy to have been able to experience life
Well, I personally think this might not make any sense to the readers.
Flamers- You can kiss my ass. I don't give a fucking shit. Go ruin someone else's life. Wait; don't do that, that's cyber bullying. Idea- just don't do it. If you don't like it, go read someone else's dedication to their friend.
I hope you liked it, and I hope it makes sense. Let me know if you have any advice about the poem. Oh, Paint Your Wings is adorable. I used some of DestinyBlue's other pictures for inspiration. (~^^)ﾉ