silence is golden
Silence is golden, the saying stuck because opening your mouthcan cost you everything. So, silence is golden. I have to learn when to hold my tongue. I have a habit of speaking when I shouldn’t, but
I sit in indecision when I should be speaking out. I’m outraged
at the positions I place myself in. I can’t look to any one for help, cuz I always ask them to start digging, when I shouldn’t even let them in the hole with me. They always start at the edge reaching in to pull me out, but I pull them in and hand them a shovel and con them into thinking we could dig our way through this, but the more dirt I throw over my shoulder, the more dirt they’re covered with, and the more they throw the dirtier I get. And then we’re covered in the mess I’ve made , and all they wanted to do was help. When people love you, they’ll help you run yourself into the ground, if you make them believe it’s the best thing for you. They may know better, but all that matters is what you want, and love will help you do anything,love will help you do everything. So I have to start being more careful as to whom I speak to, and what it is that I say to them. I don’t want to look around and see all my loved ones digging a hole in my sanity, just to help me see everything that I have in front of me. And I don’t think I can quit now, cuz I haven’t the strength to pull everyone out with me, nor do I have the courage to tell them to get out and leave me here alone, besides I don’t think any of them would leave me behind. But I have to tell them to go, and they won’t leave unless I do to. Silence is golden. I should have quietly dug my hole and hide in the shadows till
someone filled it in.
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