Silence grows
A bit confused
I am living in the moment
Or ******* within my muse

Unwritten words
Float inside my head
A little less stressful
If my poetry is left unsaid

Should I write
Should I stop
It fills my heart
When my poetry drops

I feel alive
Getting it out from the inside
Freeing my silence
In which can cause surprise

It’s not always easy
Expressing your thoughts
The sound of silence
Is louder then you anticipate