When theres fire burning inside you, but theres this silent 😶….. You feel like you want to escape but you can’t because you need a platform to transform that fire into something.. But then.
There’s this silent.
How much longer it can be?
How much longer till I can finally have a say?
How much longer till I can see everyone is firing up with the same fire like me?
The same burning passion.
How much longer? ? ?
But then, there’s this silenced.
– Silenced. (A Poetrylogue)
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