Sanctuary [Poetry]

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The silence sounds like the words I decided not to utter.

The eyes looks like the tears I failed to release.

The breath feels like the thoughts I can't suppress.

Unmoving,
chaotic,
disorder,
I failed to stop the veins from biting my skin.

The stomach wrecking havoc,
heart emotionally in cardiac arrest.
The mind failed to organized itself.

Cold,
plain,
end,
if someone will look,
my face is a dead wall.

The hands are empty streets,
but shivering never stops.
Everyday is a silent earthquake.

The feet are lost little lambs,
drowning in the mud.
Journey is a neverending obstacle.

Confused,
dissonance,
discord,
The soul is lamp devoid of light,
melting inside the container.
Way out, granted not.

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3Sept2019