The silent treatment

The bitter taste it leaves

Sprints across the tongue

Crawls down the spine

Grips and chokes the lungs;

Sets you free from air

Reminds you of your birth

When you were clueless, lost

An easy target to hurt

A crack in somebody's plans

With little room to fit in

A doll in somebody's playhouse

Oh, through what have you been!

At last you embrace:

Sorrow kills faster than neglect

For condemnation leads to nowhere

There is no room for regret;

Being lonely gives birth to no pain

Compared to being left alone

However the horror lies in the soltitude

In which you have to resist the storm