As I recall on the sweet mist
Of a not so distant memory of a young kiss
Where a young love lavishly bloomed
I was taken back to that very room
Where everything was colorful
For there bloomed flowers of sorts
I could feel the warmth of the night
That warm feeling when you are in love
A place of sanctuary
Where you could rid of the worries
Be at ease
Be with peace
I was shaken to my core
I came back to where I lie before
All I see is the blinding darkness
All I feel is the violence of warmth's absence
Cold cold cold
But I'm still alive
I still am in love
But this love feels unfamiliar
It may be dark
It may be cold
Nonetheless, I feel nothing but comfortable
This is the love that left a mark
I know where I am
I am alive but buried underground
I won't shout I know I can't escape a sound
I am dead, I am dead.
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My Silent Screams (on going)
PoetryPoems of unsaid thoughts and feelings. This isn't really well made and I just wrote this from my heart. This book is filled with just little pieces of me that I write down to somehow find comfort and shelter to my vulnerabilities. These are the emot...
