If someone would ask me why,
Since when and where,
My voice vanished in the thin air.
Why I choked and can't find the words to say.
I felt that there was no need.
There was no need for an irrelevant opinion.
For my thoughts and even my words
Have no effect in my world.
When I struggle to voice out
Everything just falls out.
Whenever I make my stand,
Things never work out.
And just like that,
I was suppressed.
In my own mind,
I can't find solace.
In the end, the unexpressed,
And the words I failed to say,
Were mere drafts
That can never find it's way.
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Melancholy
Poetrymelancholy: (noun) - a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. || A collection of drabbles, poems and scenarios || (c) Kumako-chan, November 2016
