Silence...seen but never heard.
For some, it's loneliness;
For some, it's being alone;
For some, it's just absence of words;
And for some, it's peace;
But for some, it's a volcano of screams...
Screams which can be heard in a void,
But go numb in a crowd,
Making thorns as it's crown,
Wanting to be free,
Cause at the end,
Being powerful was never it's choice;
But being heard was a wish.
-