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

About Lisa Lunney

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Autumn/Winter lover. She excels at communications and writes for pleasure and profession.
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