Depression and silenceA Poem by jay Sometimes silence can really seem cruel, sometimes it can drive you crazy, sometimes it can force you to kill yourself, sometimes it can kill you. Why there is this cruel silence when dreams fall apart and in ruins of youth breaks a tearless heart.
Why there is this cruel silence when longs the journey to tire and to dance on the sounds of sincere love aches the song of desire.
Why there is this cruel silence when my heart listens to a distant whisper in this deafening noise though indistinguishable, yet more found than my life, my pains and my poise. © 2016 jay |
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jayHouston, TXAboutPoetry is my first love, my first devotion.I worship them like scriptures, I read them like I read her eyes, I write them like she etched herself on my heart. more..Writing
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