The house is silent with dread
No one speaks but your screams are heard
I see your soul I know your soul
Blackness has colored your burnt edges
A light born bright refused to glow
Who threw the first stone to open such a wound
No elixir can cure the lesions you pick and protect
Neap tides have eroded your empty hearts wall
Tracing scars beneath thin skin with a smile
Disdain oozes at compassion and kindness
The corner of your eyes display your beloved hate
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
As you looked away I deadlocked the door
The house is silent…….I said no more
Noellie's Place 
Call out the haters- absolutely.
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Yup
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Brilliant choice of words! Could be called dark poetry but it is beautiful…darkness makes us yearn for light! 🙂
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Thank you 💕
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Superb poem.
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Thank you very much
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Thank you for writing.
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That was beautiful… “The corner of your eyes display your beloved hate…” That is a fantastic line!
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Thank you very much. The corners are a true tell for hate if you look
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Awesome.
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Thank you
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Reminds me of a tragic experience in my childhood.. poignant and beautiful 💖
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Thank you for the kind feedback. I’m glad it touched you. Part of it came from my childhood as well…..
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This a beautiful written piece ♥️ Thank you for sharing and describing something that it is often so hard to put in words. May your new house be filled with peace and gentle, light, warm sounds 🌺
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❤️Thank you Vanessa.
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