The dying sunlight drifts through the window,
Casting a glow across the room,
Filling my head with dreams.
Nothing seems to make sense any more.
How do I describe what's going on in my head
If I don't even know?
I've been staring at the page for so long,
Writing, rewriting, over and over,
But the words blur together,
Rambling, meandering,
So many questions and so few answers.
What can I say, when people are listening to my every word, watching my every move?
There are so many things that I'm dying to say,
So many things that I'm desperate to ask,
So many things I want to scream to the world.
I'm tired of hiding them away.
But every time I open my mouth, nothing comes out but silence.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
