Trapped between silence and speech
Words can be dangerous
Silence might be a ******  
Poetry is a way out;
It says a lot.
At the same time, it says nothing
It's  silent- a sea before the storm ,
a volcano that can explore at any time-
It speaks, and it tells a  story
where verses, lines, rhymes,  tunes... are the main characters in her story .

I see ghost hunting my brain
I am lost,
Between the double,
There where  lives the Devil .
Hidden in that room- the mind-,
Some voices are calling;
They want to purify the sinful soul,
They want to ****  the damaged soul
Take it off from this  fool

Deep and Dark
like the ocean  
Harsh and hard  
As  the storm
Precious and strong
-A piece of jeweller