Silent exclamations...!
A reverie of things unsaid, a myriad
of words trapped in the washbowl beside
our mental bedposts.
If we have something to say, it
is better to speak when spoken
to; seizing turns not ours is an atrocity
of the basest beast!
Yet they cast about for meaningless
trifles, soothing nothings that yet
pacify our minds; words without
weight
Chaining us
down
to people who couldn't really care for us,
unwilling to sacrifice for us
unwilling to set us free from their folly.
Silent exclamations...!
We weep weep weep dripping sorrow
at the lids, dripping curses at the lips;
silent introverted malices directed
at no one in particular, but yet
the world at large.
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Wending
PoetryYet another collection of poetry of my experiences as a misunderstood, quite misguided teen. Maybe this time I'll be able to figure myself out, and really write something as captivating as the ideas I think. Regrettably, life is rarely so generous a...
