Not A Breath Is Strained

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I have nothing left to say,
No words in my head,
A deathly silence rings,
Like a bomb in my head.

When I was younger I had so much to explore,
Had a thousand things running through my brain,
Full of Candor.

I don't know what happened,
But one day,
I woke up and I had nothing left to say.

No one excited me,
Nothing bothered me,
I had no quarrels nor dismay.

People say what they want to say,
And it irks me no longer.
When can I feel again?
I wonder.

I miss so much of the laughter,
So much of the pain.
Just something that makes me feel alive,
And not a breath is strained.

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