i would like you to meet my friend quiet.
now please do not riot,
when i explain to you how i met my friend
quiet.
i introduced myself when i cut out all the noises
that influence and define me,
when i’m in the middle of self discovery.
he comes with a man named silence.
now please do not worry,
instead believe in the contrary,
that he will return later in the story.
quiet blesses me with opportunity
of creating a simple verse,
that can take me on a different course,
carrying me away from the hearse.
he gifts me with the chance of hope,
a spark of imagination,
a fire of creativity.
Pause.
now back to silence.
He waits for me at the end of every story,
every glory,
reminding me,
memento mori.
he speaks to me when the only thing separating us
is just a line of distrust
and the fear i hold in my front pocket.
just like how an old man treasures a locket.
“who are you”
they both say to me
one with hopes of discovery.
life.
future.
the other with hopes that i’ll flee
into self pity
and darkness.
Go.
i’m glad that you met my friend quiet.
thank you for the lack of a riot,
when i showed you my friend quiet,
and that man named silence.
i know them, will you?
Poetry
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