There is peace in the silence in the mind
I can’t think,thick impervious screen of distance from reality
From you,with good reason
I won’t embrace the light because you won’t reflect it back at me
I look at the dissatisfied face of yours
Unhappy with your knees
Your kith and kin
Always dispensing warmth as pretence and carefully disguised pretence as keenness.
Is there not pretence in your words?
When you prioritise some emotions over the others?
When you assume that she who is silent is ridden with flaws
when you may have been responsible for slicing off the tongue in the first place?
You cast stones at me
But are you without fault?