Was about to write something, something to compose
Pushed the thoughts back, back to somewhere
And the silence exposed that all the feelings were decomposed
The eyes crammed with redness
Powerless to view, there thoughts and view
The heart, shredded heart, black heart
Powerless to feel, there lexis and appeal
The hands frail
Powerless to touch, to point out, there words that I felt much
Act like,
Felt like,
Sit back
Since,
It’s the feelings, which lack
Act like.
Felt like,
To rest ma head
Since,
It’s the feelings, that need to be cured, for there ailing
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