Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

Few things can be called empty
Like silence.
Do you think it’s full of meaning?
Of an unrequited feeling,
Which forms with anger a hateful alliance?
No, disappoint yourself
For silence is blank, vacant, uncaring,
It’s filled with unsaid words,
Undeclared hates and loves.
These words, hates and loves,
Do not exist, for they are unsaid
And undeclared.
So silence is empty
Of hope, peace or even
Resignation.
Silence is poison.
A living temptation.

Go and love, go and hate, go and live.
Silence must be crashed before it even takes form.
Because when it does….