Inside the Psyche of a Poet |Complete ✅

Silence and Violence

I am sick and tired

Tired of the violence

I'm feeling less inspired

You've beaten me into silence

Behind my fear filled eyes

Lies a raging fire

Though I know there is no prize

My spirit never seems to tire

But I'm tired of the silence

It's eating me away

But I'm scared of the violence

It's leading me astray

Behind my trembling fingers

There is a wild typhoon

One string of hope still lingers

To pain, I am immune

But it's killing me, the silence

The uneasy quiet

But I don't want the violence

Can you withhold the riot?

Between shaky breaks

Comes out a weak shout

For the weary there is no rest

But we will make it out

It's haunting me, the silence

And your hateful stare

Just please withhold the violence

Just pretend that you care 

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I'm not sure what the point of this poem was tbh. 

Be proud. Be amazing. Be a hedgehog. 

~ScarredSecrets 🦔🔏❤️