Pain- When it grips you..
You find even breathing a difficult task to do..
It curls within you..
Squeezing enough to choke you..
Each moment feels like an endless misery..
An inward chaos looming where even silence seems like the enemy..
There comes a time where you feel the sharp shards slice your heart painfully..
As you lay still with a heaving chest, tears running down your face silently..
The worst kind of pain is the one where you scream out internally..
Weeping so hard but it's all done soundlessly...
A pain which makes your palms rise above as a silent plea
Begging for justice... begging for peace...anything to set you free...
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Whispers Of The Dark : (A Set Of Poems)
PoetryIt hides within masked happiness... And just when the night cloaks in... It seeps out and draws you in... (Just a set of poems, hope everyone enjoys it!)
