Looks like a diamond
yet fragile as glass,
A noisy and chaotic world
of words never spoken
A small voice about to crack
Never noticed by anyone
Only to be heard by
the reflection on the mirror.
Everything gets piled up,
everywhere is a mess.
Just waiting to trigger
the bomb inside
Finally the hidden dome
cracked and broke;
it let itself out
revealing all the secrets.
During this time of vulnerability
resonance comes in-
It builds a new world
this time with open doors.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Looks like a diamond
yet fragile as glass,
A noisy and chaotic world
of words never spoken
A small voice about to crack
Never noticed by anyone
Only to be heard by
the reflection on the mirror.
Everything gets piled up,
everywhere is a mess.
Just waiting to trigger
the bomb inside
Finally the hidden dome
cracked and broke;
it let itself out
revealing all the secrets.
During this time of vulnerability
resonance comes in-
It builds a new world
this time with open doors.
one of the main reasons I wrote this poem is because I found the word "resonance" cool