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病気 Apr 2018
The world turned its back on me,
I realized, I didn't know why I was crying.
Blank face, vague tears,
Grey skies, finite bleam.

I begged myself to leave me alone,
I felt something I musn't feel.
Cried with the loudest voice,
While my happiness wasn't on the tone.

Sadness filled my head,
It was the reason why I bled.
Discreet noise was its weapon,
T'was the silence of a hungry lion.

I became the prey of depression,
Anxiety became my companion.
I didn't have a choice,
They'd let me suffer if I escaped their prison.

I am tired.. no —
Not even that word would suffice.
I want to die.
preservationman Jul 2014
Peace being in the air
A certain stillness beyond compare
Yet tranquil and serene
A life with a bleam
No beckoning call within its own gleam
Quiet being put at the top
Unheard echoes with the brakes on stop
Not needing earplugs to cut down the noises
Imagination passed through the mind
Quiet to the chore
Relaxed anxiety to explore
Silence being more than a word
It’s an outcome in the utterance of heard
The utterance in not moving the lips
The encouragement only being a tip
Silence, Silence and Silence
Quiet, Peace and letting your mind be placed in guidance.
Soloy Jul 2020
I hear the night's scream
I feel my mind bleam
With words unforeseen

My thoughts are empty like these starless nights
Who will be here to reignite
My passion my hopes, my all that I gave.

I wallow in my broken dreams
Let poems be my lone relief.
Tis' but a living dream,
I dare not sleep

On my broken heart
of shards of glass that pierce
the stars

Each day I lie wake
Let the night give truth and dissipate
The feelings I have when I'm asleep
Will haunt me no longer in my wake

— The End —