When feelings are unshown
Eyes speak a language of old
Torment slides down in a stray drop
Wondering where did I mess up?
Overwhelm is understating
When life becomes overbearing
Silence is the route taken
Where everything else has forsaken.
Alone in the deserts of stone
I hold onto precious hope
Trembling my hands be
Yet I stand, feet dug deep.
Refusing to be shaken
By circumstances that try to break me open
I'll fight every day
I'm the hero of today.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
