They stand on shaky ground,
Where shadows dance and writhe,
A sudden jolt of fear,
Turns darkness into blinding light.
Their heartbeat races like a storm,
Trapped in a fragile frame,
A turbulent silence,
Where they feel utterly alone.
Their breath catches, sharp and brief,
In a chest that's constricted tight,
Their eyes wide with unseen terrors,
In the darkness of the endless night.
Minutes feel like lifetimes,
Each second a jagged edge,
They cling to threads of serenity,
But calmness seems an impossible pledge.
Every sound is a warning siren,
Every touch, a spark that ignites,
Each moment teetering on the edge,
Between light and darkness, day and night.
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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...
