My Unstable Poetry

Torn

Whisper close

Shout down far

Forget the happiness

Keeper of sadness

Whisped my feelings

Ripped like a paper

Momentary feeling no longer

Words are in your head not aloud

In a corner of souless treats

Picked and plucked by a devil

Shushing you

Locking you

Swearing and cursing you

Freedom is not a word.

A feeling of spark.

They soar throughout veins

You scream for him to stop

Body burning and crippling