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Silence, awoken

From the dark thin air

By Dnp_happyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Silence, awoken
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Sitting in this dark room I sit. My hands are tied, my eyes are shut. I feel the heaviness sit on my heart…. My thoughts ponder,my body stiff as can be I wonder if I open my eyes you’d think I’d be able to see…. The wind is so strong coming through the window. Above me chills run through my body as if I shiver with worry…. My head is spinning like a tornado from outside… my thoughts come at me like a stranger in disguise… I tell myself to breathe but in the moment it’s hard to do anything….. my head falls down I feel as if I’m ready to drown… my eyes are open I’m ready to speak… wait what I’m ready to speak this doesn’t make sense. Whatever I want to say might cause my words to go unspoken…. And so here I sit in this dark cold crisp room only to find out that this is what caused the big boom….

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About the Creator

Dnp_happy

Love to write wrote poetry when I’m in my deepest darkest moments…. ✍️

I want to help the world feel like they’re not alone ❤️

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