The Power Of Ink

Unspoken

Screaming

Yet, I am silent

My lips are moving,

But no sound escapes

Ripping out my hair

Pulling at my clothes

The years are passing

I am growing older

I feel like a child

Trapped in this failing body

My heart continues to beat

Longing for music

My body is tired

My ribs hold my soul prisoner

My lungs expand with pain

Everyday is just another day

My words are lost,

But no one really cares

The masks are falling

I cannot put them back on

Grasping at air

This must be my end,

But I am still here

Screaming,

But no one can hear me

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