Hushed soreness
Within me
Enough to keep hell aflame years and years
and burn me with it
Blatant silence
reinforced on my face
Overlapped with anger
Lair lies
Their tendency is to fly
Could easily end my life
Hypocrite face
Like a mirror
Takes what you give
Sincere eyes
Squawk
but they're like me
Seen hollow though they're full of shrieks
Invisible silk
Like how your last fading touch feels
Fake smiles
Craze me
became my infirmity
All happiness can render me
Drop by Drop
Don't know what's cracking this time
My eyes? My heart? My wrecked soul?
Pain, pain, pain
Will poetry sustain!?
©emmafare
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