As the wind blows and the leaves start to dance.
My feet tremble when the cold and silent wind blows.
My fingers start to shiver and teardrops turn into ice.
warm red blood gushing and moving vigorously inside my body turns cold.
silence and peace.
This is just the beginning........
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Breaking the silence
PoetryThe feelings of being trapped inside a cage has overtaken the mind. The feeling of trying to break free and the feeling of trying to find who I am and what I am meant to me. starving to get a little sight of freedom.
