Elucidating Questions

Silence is the best weapon.

Beaten down by the rushing of thoughts trying to figure out what it could mean

Destroys the mind of the person the silence is aimed at.

Destroys everything about them.

You are not even worth a sound, the silence grins.

You are not even worth acknowledgement, the silence stretches.

You will never know what is right or wrong because context will never exist for you because silence is the best weapon.

It will always win.

It will break down and destroy that which you hate as the mind tries to wrap around the expanse of nothing

Asking why in a torrent that will never ever have the answers sought.

Chained to the ground by the heavy, the chain of silence connecting to nothing but it is so heavy I cannot, will not, will never, move.

The question of am I even real? Am I creating these blocks or am I missing something? Am I being charged with a crime?

Is the silence my sentence? Could they not even tell me what crime it was before locking me into self contained nothingness and solitary confinement?

Silence.

Silence is the best weapon.

It destroys.

And he wins.

Trapped on an island by

What if

And silence.

The awareness that there is no one who will replace what he meant to me, and that I was never worth coming back for.

Wanting will never bring him back to meet me.

Saying there’s nothing left to lose doesn’t make him chose.

Don’t stop believing is a joke.

I am only worth the endless stretch of nothing between us,

That realisation chains me to the rock.

Bound to the rock.

He could have set me free, instead he watched, and then left me to become dust on the shelf.