The Elephant In The Room
A poem
The air is thickening, a denseness surrounds each breadth is more precious figures lay still, afraid to speak akin to mannequins, immobile.
It is like an elephant is with us and its massive trunks have sucked away the air yet no one chooses to recognize its presence. A taboo, that cannot be blurted would rather remain stiff, till it sucks the life out of us.
The sound of the clock ticking is all that can be heard each second is like an eternity, the dullness of the moment is sickening.
I lay in silence, not budging, face blank of all expression, perhaps it is pride that prevents me from uttering the words that are impatiently waiting, the simple sentences that would stop this madness.
I can feel them banging at the gates that confine them angrily demanding, they fulfill their mission. I take a deep breadth, swallow, and exhale lightly, I am definitely not starting this conversation.
