Sinister Silence
Time's whisper never begs
Your sinister silence
I embrace for time’s
whisper never
begs forgiveness.
Death’s hand never
asks permission,
but somehow man’s
heart pleads,
bleeding tales,
weaving unwritten
storylines, plots
I never asked for.
So, sit in silence,
so my heart can wallow
in its pain - its truth.
Sinister Silence © 2025 Rena Aliston. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for an Instagram prompt - “sinister silence”.