Her Silence Was Hell

Often, she gave me silent treatment,

Only to punish and torment.

I thought hell was noisy and full of fire,

But she taught me otherwise in her ire.

Her silence felt unbearable,

Revealing how cold hell can be.

External pain is not always flame,

But suffering that has no scream.

My silent cries she could not hear,

Yet her silence taught me to fear.

I thought it was only her alone,

In silence, even the gods are gone.

Living among people who will laugh and stare,

Watching me suffer without her.

Some are vultures seeking satisfaction,

Feasting on others' pain.

So, I will never show my pain to the world,

That never understood love's hold.

The torment I carry is mine alone,

As her silence dragged me into hell, unknown.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.