Dead curtains hold still,
Even when the wind blows..
The pain is white noise in the back ground yet you kill.
Even when the time slows..
Hold your breath and try to stop breathing,
Stay busy while trying to act okay,
You will never get rid of the wound that's bleeding..
Because you try to choke back tears through out the day.
Play strong , the past is hard to die when the pain is still alive,
Even though on the inside you beg and plea,
Your feebly thrashing, its hard to live when your helping enemies thrive.
Your hearts being crushed fifty feet below the sea.
Free fall, walk backwards if it helps you move ahead,
Pursue happiness even if you have to run through fire,
Blurt sentences even the ones you left unsaid.
But you do nothing, and your laughs so dire.
Ladle drops of pleasure by falsifying emotions,
Drop dead where you stand if you stray from the path,
Sink emotionally through the earths core under the oceans.
And accept the fiery red wrath.
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I love when you observe. You capture feelings unseen, sometimes even by the feeler. Your passion screams through the lines when you write. I can feel your release. This oen is PACKED with good lines and medaphors...and I actually take back yesterday's comments. I have now read this about 6-8 times and you observed, captured and expressed the situation quite amazingly.
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