I went to church today
and watched the masses munch on Jesus,
drinking down the blood of Christ,
in this place I made my home.
I remembered how I
believed in something holy
for a moment.
Anger is a kind of passion,
I suppose.
You said silence was violence,
but silence is the kindest thing
I ever did for you.
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3 comments:
I kinda agree..
dead woman returns
I love that comment in response to this poem because it's sorta like a poem itself- in that it kinda has me thinking one moment that I know what you are agreeing with and the next moment that I'm not sure.
I think the kindest thing one can do for someone else is giving space,, and that can be given only through silence.. or shall I say acceptance.. I liked the way you weaved each line.. and brought us to Soothing Silence..
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