A Wall of Words Unsaid
A wall of words unsaid, being built in the depths of my head.
Leaving me mentally and emotionally dead. The ocean
Of this world flows and crashes with every turn in my bed.
Sleepless night and wakeless days, keeping my living at bay.
Arms of sorrow embrassing me tightly, trying to escape,
But being trapped nightly.
They are the only arms that hold me close... Even as a kid.
Ill never know what I did,
to have had the emotional tie from Reality cut.
I bleed sorrow through my smile, ive gotten good at faking
Because its been awhile.
A wall of words unsaid, continues to spread, like a disease
In the depths of my head.
Copyright © Downed Jester | Year Posted 2016
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