There is a sickening silence
Another combative calm
Feel the raging recluse
Sing the silent song
The calm befor the storm
Has become the norm
A pressure builds in quiet
I proceed to hide from it
There is no greater danger
Than the disturbing deafness
It's inobviously obusive
No malevolent marks were made
But the scars inside are just the same.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
