Poetry: Violence


Violence can be found in silence.

It can be invisible to the naked eyes.

There’s violence in the time that conceals wounds.

The relentless succession of days.

The impossibility of turning back the clock.

Violence is what escapes us.

Silent and hidden.

It remains inexplicable.

Violence – what stays forever opaque

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