Silence amuses us all,
through the screams.
Hear it through the wall,
and in our dreams.
Roaming through the world,
nothing to say.
Reborn curled,
just to die in a bay.
Rebirth, Death,
Everything goes hand-in-hand.
One last breath,
I hope you'll understand.
Searching for a start with no end,
as hiding is your specialty.
All the ghosts were your friends,
this is silence in reality.
What do you think of my poem?
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Thankyou. ^-^
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i like the last bit the best...
very good...especially the lines
"as hiding is your specialty.
All the ghosts were your friends"
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