Truth of Silence

Watching it fall diving to kiss the ground,
an almost peaceful sound from the rubble.
Your own conciseness is the only sound,
the screaming in your ears anything but subtle.
The walls have ears, the doors curious eyes,
But they do not look for a beast inside.
People flee, running from their buried cries,
for they are not able to test their pride.
We will never know what people can do,
for they cannot face their darkest demon.
We all like to think we stay fully true,
but never trust the mind of a freeman.
For if people told all of their feelings,
The world would burst, putting cracks in ceilings.

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