In the shadows of silence, I stand alone,
A voice unheard, a heart heavy as stone.
I scream I call, I beg with all my might,
Yet my pleas vanish into the endless night.
How much time must pass, for them to see,
The love I hold, deeper than the sea.
If a choice were made, between life and kin,
Without hesitation, their safety I'd win.
Even if they fed me poison's bitter dread,
I'd swallow it gladly, no remorse in my head.
Yet they see apathy in my quiet grace,
While I feel abandoned in this crowded space.
In a room of four, with our blood entwined,
All I sense is loneliness, a tortured mind.
Fear and insecurity, my constant guide,
In this battle with demons, I strive to hide.
How can they hear my voice, my desperate plea?
Oh, dear God, grant them ears to listen to me.
I'm ailing, I'm weary, losing my very core,
Becoming the monster I fear, more and more.
Fearful of love, fearful of being feared,
I'm afraid of being both hated and revered.
In this cavern of silence, I'm trapped, it's absurd,
I'm scared to not be heard, my voice, my word.
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Flower
PoetryFlower is a collection of introspective poems, a journey through the delicate petals of emotions. Each verse unfurls the beauty and pain of existence, like a fragile bloom in solitude.
