Crumpled mind full of chaotic thoughts
Ideas are storm-like; legion
Ideas of different kind that my mind couldn't handle
Added by my unseen grief
That made me thought of unusual things
My unheard cries—that made my eyes swollen
My unshed tears that I struggled hard to hide—is even trying to disperse
And my unsaid complains—pushing my head into dizziness as I try to handle them
Who is strong enough out there for these?
Who can hardly resist the tears from falling?
Who can even stretch a smile even after unexpected heartbreaks?
Who can stop oneself from uttering oneself's endless complains?
Probably there is none
For those who had kept their unsaid words were already one with the sand.
||AerisScarlet||
Date published: sept. 5, 2020
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Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)
PoesíaThey got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.
