A slur on silence

Wretched mind connects
words to moods
words to relationships
words to connections
and finds them all to weaken 
by a slip of emboldened thought
or of ill-concealed honesty
Then it rolls over years
of carefully cultivated feelings
a huge orange road roller wheel
flattening out emotions
thinning out pockets of accumulated trust
till even a look damages the sheet
causing a tear in the fabric
Looking through the torn flaps
the world appears ragged
the words forgotten in the mayhem
they caused
©Reena Prasad


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