Silent scream
of what is left
inside.
Try to let it go
but it's no use.
You are your
golden cage
where sorrow
always rest.
It awakes
and blooms
like a deadly
flower
no one can
see.
In the limbo
of yourself
pain hurts
but no one
notices
until it's
forgotten.
(August 2021)
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Abisso
Poetry"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow" The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of...
