Am I destined to suffer alone?
Was I created for sorrow?
Was I born to grieve?
I don't want to leave.
If you can't ease the burning pain,
You watch from the window,
Yet you don't know why I hide pain
Like a blue tear under the umbrella.
Life is full of bruises;
I scream in silence as the casket's lid is closed.
I scream to escape the demon's shadow on the wall,
Eyes wide open with the demons in my head.
I want to spread my wings like an owl at night
And embrace the pain,
Then hide it like a blue tear under the umbrella.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
