Someone painted me
Dribbled orange juice down my back
Under my chin
i try to camouflage myself
behind another orange curtain
watching you
i remain quiet
holding tight
i can't look down
there might not be a thing to cushion my fall
i don't want to be frightened
but nothing scares me more
than your silence.
Author notes
this is one of my older poems..written 1/30/01..felt like typing it here
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I find silence itself isnt the real fear, silence is pure in every essence, its what follows and precedes it that makes us fearful, our own noise is our own fear. You have written a very thought provoking write, do you fear anger after the silence, or rejection? Good to get me thinking i like it
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thank you for the comment and glad i can make someone think. I can't say for sure what i fear..don't like anger or rejection..who does?
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Silence is a good weapon, I once read that Diana had a way of dealing with people who she wanted to get rid of and that was to never answer anything they said, she claimed it worked every time. Kids know how to do it, too.
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