The quiet caresses my ears,
As each moment goes on.
The peace without my others,
Makes me feel strong.
The subtle vibration movements,
The tranquillity of the room,
Brings out sinister feelings,
As all ends too soon.
I hide myself from strong emotion,
Give up the cure to bring the sick.
Tranquility flares to red fire,
As my inner self plays a trick.
I needed my others after all this time,
My feelings turn slowly in regression.
Every flicker of pain matched with deafening silence,
I did not think once of confessing.
The quiet burning my ears,
As each moment drags on.
The peace without my others,
Now seems so painfully wrong.
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Collections of a Thought-Volume 1
PoetryThis volume of poetry contains the topics of love , obsession , loss and healing. It touches on subject matters that may be overlooked and shadowed. It is expressed in deep thoughtful words. Some of the poetry in this volume contains personal exper...
