I feel not the wind,
Nor do I hear the birds.
I open my mouth to speak,
But I hear not the words.
To my left I see endless darkness,
And to my right there still.
Yet I feel so closed in,
And the silence could kill.
No sign of help,
But it is my blunder to look.
For the darkness is cold and sharp,
Like the end of a hook.
Who would covet to be here?
It has no appeal.
To share in this feeling,
I can't help but feel?
Trapped.
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I feel (the things I don't say)
PoetryWe fear the unknown. The mind holds knowledge, knowledge is power and with power we conquer our fears.
