I mistook the keen edge of a dagger
To be the silver lining on the clouds.
I overlooked the helping hand next to me
As I reached the incessant stretch of gellid seas for a saviour.
I fell for the shadows
When my heart yearned for light.
I held on for far too long,
The Moon's wrong side.
I lied to myself through shivering
Lips that I was strong.
I hide in a hard shell
To protect my contrasting reality.
I try to withstand hurricanes,
Only to find myself standing in its eye.
I pry open my heart
Yet only to find a spark of hope drowning in a deep, crimson sea.
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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...
