For a moment time stopped
The calm before the storm
A eerie yet peaceful silence
But the wind picks up
Things were being lifted
Thrown around
For the eerie yet peaceful silence is nowhere to be found
But violent screams that can't be heard
With the wind swirling rapidly in the shadows of the storm
For the shadows of the storm are were its the loudest
Were the screams can be heard and the unknown terrain can drive you insane and a act of violence can drive you to ignorance
But another thing is
Ignorance shall not be bliss
~T.N.
YOU ARE READING
The Pain In His Words
PoetryI live with Suicidal ideation,in other words "Suicidal thoughts ". I write as my way of fighting back.When the world is trying to kill me, and my mind is doing the same.
