Poems of a Noisy Soul

His Pen

Enjoy Reading💕

He woke up in the middle of nowhere,
Black is the color that he sees everywhere,
No matter where he turns his head,
There is no clue to where it may lead.

Kinda used to being alone in there,
In the darkness home of the pain he bear,
The emotions he shoulders in secret,
Where the color of his hearts merely scarlet.

The pain seems to be searing so deep,
Like his heart in his chest's hardly leap,
Every time he open his mouth to speak,
Feels like his heart can't help but break.

H sigh and took a very deep breath,
To stop his soul from burning with the heath,
Fluttered his eyes closed and shut his fist,
With a pain in his hand started to write a list.

A list of all those unnecessary things,
From the little ones to the biggest,
Stopping his mind from feeling the gist,
The gist in his heart covered in poisonous mist.

Constantly writing without thinking anymore,
Without any thoughts curled in the floor,
Hiding his weakness on those long sleeves,
Those scars he made with his shaves.

He maybe a man whose supposed to be unbreakable,
Supposed to be strong, the unbeatable,
Forgotten that men are also human,
Men also cry and even break down.

Expressing a man's emotion is a weakness,
Supposed to be full of air and greatness,
This may sound bad or dumb,
But the truth is ...

"A man is either hated or loved"