I've lost the ability to scream
Let the tribal roar of rage
Escape my lungs
Instead I belt out melodies
I let the angst grow at pitch rises
As the tempo ebbs and flows
As the bass drums out
Everything else
I've lost the ability to scream
Instead I sing softly
As the tears run down my cheeks
YOU ARE READING
Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
