People, crowds, talks, stares,
Rooms, books, uniforms, steel chairs,
I had one simple mission: to go there,
Get the uniform, and return, but I couldn't bear
The way those inaudible gossips and laughs they shared,
Yet in a queue I stood, beside a girl with beautiful hair,
She was way different than me, they all were, and I glared
At my watch, I'd waited so long, it wasn’t fair,
But now my breath increased, my shield did tear,
As I waited in queue, frozen and anxious, I stood there,
"Where's the former receptionist?" I'd wondered in care,
So as I advanced to get the uniform, I saw her in despair,
She'd gone down, and in her daily planner I found a dead rose, 23rd of July it'd declared,
Of the story behind that fragile reminiscence, I was unaware,
But my hands didn't stop shaking, none had told me to beware
Of the awaiting beast that laid down in that deceptive lair.
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•Silent Screams•
PoetryWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
