It feels my heart's been shattered
Into pieces, uncountable.
Heartbeats slow, mind knackered
A living corpse, in a sad fable.
I feel like a disastrous art.
There's earthquake in my voice,
Tsunami in my eyes,
And drought in my heart.
The unvoiced thoughts in my head,
Haunt me each night.
The bloody tears that I shed,
Go unnotice of everyone's sight.
In that broken mirror,
I see those beautiful eyes
Holding back tears
And countless fears.
Those eyes are screaming
Something too loud for the poor heart to handle.
And here I am again, grieving
Convinced that, "My existence is a scandal."
And I whisper,
Hold me- hold me tight,
Before I fall apart.
It is getting dark here in my heart.
Darker and sadder than the night.
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Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
The Symphony of Silence | a collection of poems |
Poetry❛ I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say. ❜ expressing my emotions disguised as poems < / 3 i hope you don't relate to the sad ones (i rarely write happy poems)
