Silence is deafening
And consuming
How many words
To say what you need
To say what you want,
How many,
To keep you sane?
These silent words,
With voices so loud
I don't know what to do with them.
How do I handle this?
Is it possible,
My mind isn't mine,
It's full of chaos-
No sanity
Is left with any word I say.
To hurt myself,
To hurt others,
Or hurting both
By pushing them away.
All in its own,
Chaos
And discord
Are all I know.
Because it's all I let in.
Trapped,
No where to turn.
Shadows linger.
All as you move the bow.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoetrySometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
