They try to keep me quiet
Try to drown my roars
Try to hold my thunder
So that it's buried in the downpour
They think they've got me beaten
Think they've kept me down
Now that my fires fading
They think they've got me drowned
And yes my storm is dying
The skies have begun to clear
And all that's left of my inferno
Is a sizzle no one can hear
But the smallest ember can start a fire
And my fuse is still alight
It may not be the strongest flame
It may not be burning bright
But it's alive and unnoticed
In the silence of my departure
And no one's thought to look for it
Or wonder what happens after
So when the fuse burns out
And the fireworks finally burst
They will stand under my colours
And be witness to my hurt
They expected me to whimper
But in their ears I rang
If they are forcing me to go out
Then I'll go out with a bang.
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the words I fail to say (poetry collection)
PoezjaA random collection of poetry that centres mostly on spontaneous bouts of depression but does not focus specifically on it. ******** and so i woke up one morning and the sun did not blind me and i learnt not to be afraid of the dark
