Sometimes it's gets so quiet.
When you are least expecting it.
So dreadfully quiet that I can hear myself tearing at the seams,
As I try to hold in all these emotions and insecurities,
All these shattered dreams,
All these failures,
All these fears,
All this dejection,
Just wrapping my arms around myself to stop it all from spilling out,
But they leak out of my eyes anyway......
YOU ARE READING
Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee
PoetryEchoes from the murky depths of a dark, burning soul.
