The forest watches, still. I hold the shadows close, But no one will hear.
Mother's eyes were closed Long before my own despair; A silent, hollow sea.
Father, stern and blind, Sees only what he believes, My truth, a twisted lie.
Sisters, bright and free, Dance in sunlight, unaware. I am in the dark.
My husband holds me near, But cannot touch the cold fear That lives within bones.
A constant heavy rain, Each drop another dark blow; My spirit, breaking.
No one understands The weight of these hidden things. I sink, deeper still.
I want to scream aloud, Tear down these walls around me, But silence remains.
The trees keep their secrets, And I, a shadow among them. Alone in the night.
This pain a heavy stone, Dragging me down to the depths, Where no one can reach.
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Author:
haleyalexis (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Well written and compelling this poem speaks to me of hidden things that one must carry alone and that eat at the soul. Although surrounded by loved ones, one is still alone. Very nice
Although sometimes we are in a room full of love and loved ones we can still feel so alone, a lovely write
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