Thundering Silence

The beauty goes unnoticed, of silence and of peace. I keep gulping the poison, of words I do not speak. I witness the evil, I hear that too. And I unhear the shrieks and screams, of chaos within my soul. I silence what is sacred, for the sake of survival. I silence what is venomous, for the sake of goodwill. And I often battle with myself! Could a war be waged, or anger poured out, or burning tears assuaged? But then, I silence the chaos, the words too silenced. Neither an emotion is hurt, nor a soul avenged. And if silence is the sword, eyes and ears shall bleed The mercy of truth, shall the souls plead. VEDIKA