Secrets
Silence; my only solace
Emptiness plagues me
Cries out for help
Regret for starting what I cant stop
Exterminating all my hope
Truth, what a lie!
Silence the only comfort.
What seems so hard the conceal is easy. And what is easy to hide becomes a lie,
Born from within and plagues me night and day.
I pray, my only solace is in prayer.
"How can I go on?"
I ask.
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Metamorphasize
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
