What is this? In silence, it dwells,
Unnamed, the stories only silence tells.
No spoken words, just the weight we must bear,
Some secrets were never meant for us to share.
I open my mouth to a silent scream,
no nightmare, just a nameless dream.
If I could bury it deep into the earth,
like a seed- but what would it birth.
No sound escapes as I scratch the ground,
Purple mounds rise up in a surreal surround.
Digging through rows, the earth is transformed,
Wet and fertile, the scenery of silence adorned
by a red river that flows and a torrential tide,
Watering the secrets where shadows hide.
The silence is heavy, too heavy to bear,
So I plant it deep but I shall give it no care.
The secrets remain silenced, the seed buried in my head.
But to cultivate it? No. This enigma I will not spread.
For it matters not, What is in the past is better left alone,
Some secrets are not meant to be shared, life carries on.
WoPoLi 
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