Silence can be peaceful, but silence can also burn
The voices that talk, they sometimes seem to mourn
They give me advice on how to act
Be gentle, be quiet, they help me to adapt
Hear and obey will bring you huge grace
Even if you feel trapped in a maze
Say what they want to hear
It doesn't really matter what you really feel
Echo grows with the clutter in the halls
After all I try to stand up, however seem to fall
It's never good enough for them, whatever I do
Give up, it's not worth it, maybe I might have to
And after everything we did, we sore
They just turn their back on me, what for
Like fire around a field with ash and thorn around
From the center of the flames I watch the burning crowd
By: Dan L.R.K.
Story/POV: (This could be categorized as a vent poem.) You're a burnout gifted kid, it seems that anything you do satisfies people around you. You feel exhausted and worthless if you don't work 12 hours a day. It feels like a pandemonium, shattering finally to madness, the light of a flame illuminated the view of a new world, a better, warmer world.
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The Vail Of Poets
FantasyIntro & Resume The Vail Of Poets The Land of Bards The World Of The Art *Poems, lyrics and short tales (Some related to my Fantasy World: Eritye )* ⚠️Cover Image From Pinterest⚠️
