The cuts delude the screaming.
Outside the silence is ringing...
And echoes in my head...!
The unjust sound collides with the thought of my sanity.
People tell me to keep my head up,
But did they know that I had already drowned?
For what is dead cannot die.
Do they see it in my eyes?
The lifeless abode that stands alone.
For no man is an island but I am no breathing organism.
A reaction, that's all people can see.
They speak to me, unknown to the chaos the seeps.
It collects underneath,
Hidden from the world.
The only time people see me come to life is when I sing.
This voice of mine carries the burdens of the sea.
An ocean of creation from the depths of the deep.
For I died many years ago,
When the cut was fresh.
Infested,
And caused me to sink.
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April 15 2019
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Assurgent Construction
PoesíaA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
