The empty hollow silence…
echoing loudly

the deadly emotions
they all make sense now…

the creases on his forehead
the tears that he never cried
his moist face that he never wiped
so many secrets buried inside
coming out of their cocoon
with every next breath that I inhale…

the long pauses between his words
the trailing off of his sentences
the hoarse tone in his voice for no reason
his every move tells a story…

This poem was written/submitted by Igty.