There some nights
Where I lie awake
And all I want to do is break
The tears I shed
Are a symphony for the dead
The dead dreams I still believe
The deceased hope that
no longer acts as a rope
There are some nights
When all I want to do is ignite
Burn with the death of
My dreams
And my hope
But instead I curl up
And go to bed
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silent screams
Puisithe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
