The Eternally Broken Silence Of War

By Anusha Seth

In the stillness after chaos,

I find peace.

The eternally broken silence of war,

Lay me in your arms till I bleed.

I lay, in the woven pieces that made a tragedy

A tapestry so beautiful that it’s crafter bled

When she saw what she’d done to me

I lay, in a world so beautiful and wild

But I stepped on broken glass that crushed me

Drunk on power, abuse and lies

Men, white, of a certain breed.

I lay, in a world where the strings of my fate are intertwined

Gordian, with people, who I don’t even know

But who have immense power to ruin my life

I lay, in a world where women weep,

And men aren’t supposed to cry

Their skin is toxic or society

I lay, in a world that’s torment to those,

Poor and pain and suffer the most.

I lay, in a world with a mobile phone

That I’d like to say has ruined the lives of most

I lay in a world that’s going to end itself

Take a knife and slit its throat

But we, as people, do not care

Humanity has lost on its own

Let the damn world be suicidal

Because we were never the cause

I lay in a world where I might never find

Sunshine, hope or anything nice.

I lay in a world destroyed

By its own people like it was a kingdom on the line.

I lay, in the echoes of pain that touch these walls

Desperately clawing at them to be set free

I lay, in a world so broken and burned

Watching these walls get painted red with violence, hopelessness and defeat.

And as I close my eyes I feel

The burn that sets me free,

But also takes away all the lives

That were hopeful and green.

The eternally broken silence of war,

Lay me in your arms till I bleed

For,

Who am I to dwell in your world of sorrow

Where rivers weep into the sea

Who am I to constantly kill myself

Over what you have done to me

Who am I to be silenced?

Silenced, till I can’t breathe

And words of solace, anger and help escape my mouth

Is it even my life if I’m not allowed to lead myself away from all the hate and envy?

By Anusha Seth