There are some
Who can sing the melancholy of their mind
Some others
Can draw the dread creeping in from the doubt
A select few
May be able to dance away the pain
And then there are the miscellaneous few
The ones who weave worlds with words
The ones who can cook away the criticism
The ones who can paint away the pain
We can stop the world
With our gifts
We are the light that lifts
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silent screams
Poetrythe 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
