Having Said Nothing

It is called the silent treatment
When nothing is said
But it is clearly known
That anger is being fed
Anger that walked in the door
Unexplained, exploded
No reason why
The world imploded
There is nothing to say
So silence prevails
Until the storm ends
And the ship sails
Yet the storm rages on
Within the silent mess
Because of the silence
So much added stress
Slamming doors
Thrown things
Childish anger
Silence brings


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