They navigate a world of whispers,
Where shadows creep in soft and low,
A turbulent ocean rages inside,
While the world outside remains oblivious and slow.
Each heartbeat pounds like a drum,
Fierce and wild, a staccato beat,
Their mind is a vessel tossed by storms,
Adrift in waters deep and turbulent, hard to repeat.
Their eyes scan faces in the crowd,
Searching for solace, a sense of peace,
In a world that's harsh and dull, a blur,
Where anxiety and stress never cease.
Their breath catches like a snare,
In a chest that's tight and constricted too,
Words escape them, lost in the din,
As they struggle to express what they're going through.
They wear a mask of calm and serenity,
A practiced disguise, a quiet facade,
Concealing the turmoil that rages within,
Behind eyes that seem steady, but are actually quite frayed.
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The Language Of Pain
PoetryIn this powerful and deeply personal collection, the poet sheds light on the complexities of mental illness through poignant and evocative poetry. With unflinching honesty and vulnerability, they explore the darkest corners of the human experience...
