SILENT HOMES

Silence
cloak of protection
worn longing for
heaven
sways in dust
settles
wistful
plays hide
then seek

walks valleys of unknowingness
solitary alleys
naked wounds
shatter silence
of wounded birds

peeping through
torn curtains
hiding under unlaundered
sheets

those that witnessed
boiling water
screams

the terror of
war
in silent
homes

Silence writes
letters
to itself
never posts
them

they become
tears soaking
floral pillow

Silence goes to work
next day

Nothing
happened

Just a mouldy sandwich
in
her desk
drawer


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2024