Silence fills my heart and soul,
Outside, there’s happiness and jitter,
Inside, I’m black as coal
I burrow ever deeper into this dark hole,
Still, as I shower everyone in glitter
Silence fills my heart and soul.
Still, I dig just like the mole
Everyone wants me to get “better”,
Inside I’m black as coal.
Every comment takes its toll,
As I find, I’m still a debtor,
Silence fills my heart and soul.
Forced to stand, stiff as a pole,
All I do points me as a sinner,
Inside, I’m black as coal.
I rate my dreams on broken goals,
My heart is breaking, my thoughts all bitter,
Silence fills my heart and soul,
Inside, I’m black as coal.
About the Creator
Age
Take with wisdom and dignity the counsel of the years - If your able, If you possess true courage, And real wisdom. These are not the acts of heroism and princely tales. These are not the stories of which volumes will be written To be studied in leather bound books for centuries hence. It is instead to be utterly forgotten to mediocrity, to die before death takes us. And accept it with glee.
By Sean Elliott7 days ago in Poets
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