Unexpressed emotions never die,
I won't agree but I won't deny,
They are buried alive,
And all I've ever done is survive,
They come forth later in uglier ways,
In my anger within silence, I blaze.
Mistook lies for love,
I've suffered long enough.
Mistook misbelief for concern,
My old soul will never return.
Mistook cowardice for care,
I will take my revenge, beware .
I'm being watched,
They think it's in my mind,
But the unwanted audience never got caught,
I'm dying for any evidence I can find.
He made a return,
He thinks I don't know,
It makes my stomach churn,
But I can put up a pretty good show.
The man that I loved chose me to die over himself,
Sorrow is no longer the last on my shelf.
I've become Alcestis,
My silence louder than ever,
No emotion on my face , never.
He killed me,
I only pulled the trigger,
My mind's become a thousand pieces of debris,
Every action of mine is now taken with rigor.
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Author:
Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is inspired by the book " The Silent Patient" . I hope you all enjoy it .💖💖
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Comments1
A poem with a message and set to varying rhyme that keeps the reader on their toes. Easily identifiable either in oneself or someone that one knows. And some that are quiet have a short fuse after a while an unexpected explosion. Not understood it becomes a mine field. Nicely written
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and even more for analysing it and leaving a comment. I really appreciate it 💖💖
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