It kills me...

by Meena Krish   Jul 28, 2017



I can withstand
the ill words
which spatters
from uncaring lips

can shut the
windows to keep
rumors from
eating me

(what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger)

I can endure
the pain of
those who have
cast me aside

can cry away
the hurt
which follows
like a shadow

(what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger)

But…

what kills
me the most
is your
fixed silence

which no
medicine,
money or
magic
can restore

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by Lucifer

    This poem is like an arrow, it goes directly into my heart and I can feel what you have tried to express.

    Meena

    And it's true that no medicine, money or magic can restore.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Meena, this is a raw sad write. When someone shuts you out it's brutal. There's a lot of abuse a person can take, which is obvious by your write, but silence...that's a tough one. Hugs to you-

  • 7 years ago

    by William Mae

    Beautiful write, I know silence squeezes the heart into speaking. Very good poetry

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Oh my goodness!!

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Aww. Agree with both. A sad write that really gripped me, Meena, in such a breathtaking pace. And we missed your works!

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