Whatever Stays Silent

Whatever stays silent might know the truth.
Though the truth has always been a bitter pill.
And probably might be the highest hill
As one climbs through the mountains of their youth.
For a lot of times the lies tend to soothe;
When nothing is left but a broken will,
When already dead pride one would not kill.
Men believing tales of fairies and tooth.

Whatever chooses silence has seen death
With its own ears and heard of it with it’s eyes.
Caressing death’s face with it’s own fingers.
Whatever stays silent does not have breath;
For silence is the worst of all disguise.
Even fishes cry when their death lingers.

Younglan Louis