How I've cried
And how I've wept
And how I've withered in my sorrowI feel it coming so loud and clear
My ribs expanding
grasping for airIt fills my lungs
with scorching pain
That burns it all without a careMy guts explode
From its sheer might
The loudness breaking them apartIt's wild and raw
Consuming all
My mind ablaze my feelings soreI scream I scream I scream again
A thousand voices deep inside
There's nothing left but all my rageThe artist screams,
The mother too
The worthless, unachieved and follyIt fills my lungs,
Intoxicating air of nothing else
but pain and tearsMy body numb, my ears hurt
An endless rage inside
I twirl and dance forever moreJust let it out,
just let it breathe
Don't shut it back insideMy feet are bloody
My will is none
The dancing cannot stopDenied release
in unforgiving silence
Trapped, dying slowly in its cageForever muffled,
Forever hidden
Engulfed in numbness, entrapped in fearAnd how I've cried
And how I wept
and how I withered in my sorrowAs I kill the screams inside
And I smile to the outside
Happiness in all its bliss.
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Happiness
Poetryinspired by the Dancing Plague described in "Still Point" by @harveyelliot forgive the words 'cause I am no poet, just a flickering shadow in a too distant world