My silence runs deep,
It breaks a part of me with every unspoken word.
Now we sit with plastered smiles and loud lies
But beg with our silent screams.
And to some it hurts so much,
They burst at the seems and it bleeds through,
It shows through deep cuts.
It shows through silent tears.
But oh how its heard,
Like the screams of the broken,
through silence.
solitude.
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Metrical Composition From A Broken Soul
PoetryPoetry is the way of letting a soul unleash the potential it had or still has but was never able to accomplish in reality. Robert Frost simply stated it as 'A poem starts as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness'. S...
