The unspoken speeches.
That reside in my mind.
Fear deaf witnesses.
Tongue only owned for appearance.
As if I actually have voice.
Stringed words.
All take refuge.
In the dungeon of throat.
Mine alone.
Exhausted with no sign of release.
Tortured nearing each thoughts death.
Their worth blind from memories.
However paved in dreams.
That will forever.
Call shadows home.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
ŞiirPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
