My sound is unlike others,
It will not sooth your worries,
Cradling your problems as you sleep.
It does not have the strength
Like a volcano rupturing into the sky
As people watch with amazement.
My vocals rise like a tsunami
Threatening to crush those below me
As people flee from my merciless waves.
It is frail like a newborn baby's bones
That can snap with any exertion.
My sound
Wasn't meant
For anyone to hear.
But I'll be damned to hell
If it stays quiet.
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The Unexpected
PuisiA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
