silent beacon

Sometimes I want to shut the world out

It doesn’t understand my words.

No matter the tears or laughter

My speech still sounds slurred


Is there anyone out there

That can feel the darkness I contain?

Is there anyone out there,

Who can  love my tattered brain?


Weights keep piling.

I keep smiling.

Like nothing has occurred.

Things so obvious

But no one can infer.

No sees the blood.

No one sees the tears.

No one sees the outrage

And the loneliness

And the fear


My cries will remain silent

My outlook will remain grim.

Until someone can understand

the misery that lies within.


  • whimsical_1

    I absolutely love this, our poems run on the same frequency, check them out?

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