Violence inside my head — Summary

Today when I looked around, There was no one who could be found, In this atmosphere full of air, I couldn't breathe, Tears rolled on my cheeks, Everything went blank, I wanted to cry all I want, My body felt frozen and couldn't move, I lost somewhere in the echoes of past, Away from the chaos of this world, Looking at the evening sky coloured fire red, Instead of all this violence in my head, I chose to find peace in silence.

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Faryal Gohar's poem describes a moment of overwhelming distress and the speaker's decision to step away from it. It begins with loneliness: she looks around and finds no one there. Even the air feels too much, and she can't breathe. Tears fall, her mind goes blank, and her body freezes. The panic is physical as well as emotional.

Then the poem shifts. The speaker drifts into "the echoes of past," which suggests memories are part of what weighs on her, though the poem doesn't say what they are. She turns toward the evening sky, "coloured fire red." The fiery colour echoes the "violence" in her head, yet she looks at it from a distance, away from "the chaos of this world."

The final line is the turning point: she chooses "peace in silence." The mood begins tense and suffocating, then settles into a quieter, weary calm. The poem suggests the violence is internal, and that stillness is her way of coping with it.

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