Ignorance is bliss. How can you question what you don't know ?
You want someone to save you but there is comfort in despair. You want to scream but you stay silenced.
Years of being quiet you've forgotten how to speak, There is no small talk you're pouring prophecies. There is a warning on the news it's a hurricane.
Anger,Hate,Madness it boils within you. You cry you yell you scream.
This is not alright
You want to get away this is not your body. Who's is it ? Who's is it? This vessel is foreign. I am not okay not okay not okay
I want out
Where am I ? Where am I?
The warm voices of the smiths filling the emptiness.
Incomplete,empty,disgusting
The wanting always more more more never enough. Never complete. Never saying enough
I am pouring
What else can I give ?
These hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
YOU ARE READING
Hush
PoetryIt's poetry. The the tears that spill from my mouth it's the gold I bleed and the pain I drink
