Only the dead can hear my whimpers at night
When the anxiety of my soul cut me through me like a knife
Just as my legs glued together from the cold
My demons heavily harmed come out for stroll
Though I twist and turn into these heavy covers
The sweat drips from body like a sheer steel anchor
If only there was a captain and his crew abroad the ship
Instead just pounds of hands resting on my hips
The sound of my cries are like the small hands on a clock
The sound is so faded it hardly ever stops
Though my smile is always chained in shackles
My silent whispers are getting a little louder.
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Hidden Memories ||On Hold||
PoetryA space where time is timeless, to become one with unspoken thoughts and experiences. A moment in time. No memories are truly buried. #3rd- The Rose Gold Awards
