Trapped between the mist and rain.
Listening to the silent voices screaming my name.
A plea from the voiceless echo across my frame.
Silent watchers.
Loud thoughts.
Whispers in the dark.
And oh, the voiceless they cry out!
Crying out through written words and the trembling of guitar strings.
Oh, they scream out!
Through the stroke of the brush and the flicker of eyes.
Oh, they shatter the void!
Yet how can we hear the voiceless?
Trapped between the weight of Time and Words?
And oh, the voiceless echo, echo, echo...
A silent anthem only they can hear.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
