"Will you tell me what you see?"
Interesting question; I see me.
"Yes, but what else does it show?"
Do you really have to know?I see a pair of empty eyes.
"One of those you recognize?"
I see false upturned lips.
"One with twitches at the tips?"I see a sheet drained out of colors.
"Behind of which a pour soul cowers?"
I see dried armor reflecting light.
"Does it really protect from fights?"I see bare feet on the floor.
"Those you step on when they're sore?"
I see arms wrapped around.
"Looks like someone's tightly bound."I see tears trailing down cheeks.
"What's behind them is what you seek."
I see rows of teeth clenched tight.
"Out of angst or out of fright?"I see a helpless brainless soul.
"One with a heart they can't control?"
I see a shattered riven heart.
"Only the beginning, only the start."
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The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...