Silence is an atmosphere
of hidden words, suffocating my mind,
leaving me with overcrowded thoughts.
Intoxicating voices pollutes
my once pure mind,
abandoning me to fight this battle alone.
I could choose to fight the unquestionable war,
choosing to abide by my oath to myself
that separates me from the uneducated world.
I could choose to use the voice
I was given by the muted God above,
injecting others with the correct knowledge for survival.
Or, I could appear to sit, emptied
observing the thoughtless life around me,
silently waiting for my voice to eject
because as the saying goes,
“Silence is golden,”
when the observer is deadly.