Still under the surface,
It's the calm before the storm.
Sudden ripples,
As he's silently torn.
Cornered by shadows,
Haunted by nightmarish dreams.
The soul inside is hollow,
He's ripping at the seams.
Holding orbs of glass,
As they threaten to break.
Splitting fabric,
Pulled by an unceasing ache.
Drowning in raging waters,
He's blinded by his flooding eyes.
His silent screams,
Are forever disguised.
YOU ARE READING
𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀
Poetryeunoia [ yoo - noy - uh ] · Greek (n.) a pure and well balanced mind. a good spirit. "Beautiful Thinking" highest rankings: #24 in poetry #24 in poetrycollection #5 in think #1 in haiku #15 in feel
