To speak or to remain in silence

to write or just to linger and stare

at a sky with stars that don’t shine

or to sleep until death has come?


How I wish to make confession

to scare away this moment of doubt

to shout and scream and swear

all the things I deem unfair.


Night came and the winds cold with it

my world has darkened, turned to gray

and gave water, food for anger great,

fury which burns even the coldest dreams.


But the screams are silent

and the tears leave no trace

eyes that see are blind

and my heart is falling

falling down.


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