My head echoing
with the roar of
silent flashbacks (of us)
makes me wish and pray
or cross my fingers (and hope to die)
that I was deaf (on the inside)
Or perhaps I could find
that spot on my body (or yours)
where the pain gets in (and out)
and plug it closed
with a tear (and a smile)
–
copyright 2012 Steven Harz
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Really well written, it echos the words of many silent suffers. It dipicts the essence of pain in my opinion.
thanks for visiting PM!
Wow this is deep. Reminds me of the pain when I was 17