I walk the same waters I once drowned in
When life ended I somehow rose again
My heart does not beat I live nonetheless
I am a human shell that still draws breath
I refuse to speak silence is a gift
I want to see but to afraid to live
I wish to write but cannot hold a pen
The paper is blank and the lines barren
I hide with my hands: my mouth, eyes and ears
I read the same words that confirm my fears
I scream in the dark the world will not know
I hide in the drugs the pain will not show
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
