🖤Unfelt 🖤 Poem, by Beck, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Beck
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Someone knocked and asked the past,
A name, a time, a place.
I stood behind a quiet door
And didn’t show my face.

It happened in a silent blur,
A moment lost in haze.
I stood there, but I wasn’t sure
If I had lived those days.

The scene replayed behind my eyes,
Like film that skips and fades.
I watched it all, but felt no rise
Of fear or even rage.

A thunder struck, then silence fell,
No echo dared to stay.
I locked the sound inside a hell
And threw the key away.

There’s a room in my head I skip,
I know what waits inside.
The door is shut, the lock is thick,
And I don’t care to pry.

I pass it like it isn’t there,
Though I can hear the sound.
A memory breathing in the air
That I won’t let resound.

He hit me once and lights went out,
The floor became the sky.
I floated through a room of doubt
And didn’t wonder why.

The ceiling cracked, the walls bent in,
But no one saw them break.
I smiled like nothing touched my skin—
A mask I had to fake.

They sent me from a house of pain,
No warning, just a ride.
To someone shaped by darker things—
A truth they chose to hide.

He carried ghosts they never named,
A past they left unsaid.
He showed me care they never gave—
But I still lived in dread.

No hand, no harm—but still I flinched
When praise felt like a stare.
His voice would dress me in unease,
Too tender to beware.

My mind’s a house with shuttered rooms,
The curtains never drawn.
I dust the shelves but never look
At what I’ve moved beyond.

I leave the lights off when I pass,
The rooms I won’t reveal.
Some things are safer left untouched—
It’s easier not to feel.

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