Silence,
It's a blissful sound
many want to hear.
Silence,
It kills me.
It kills me to feel like
I can't speak up.
It devastates me to let
my fears get the better of me.
Is there a reason?
A reason for all the guilt,
the solitude?
I can't think of one.
I can't speak of one.
I can only suffer in my fears and
Silence.
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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
