Voiceless Screams Poem by Satish Verma

Voiceless Screams



Life rattles you so hard, that
you were going to become a clown on
the verge of committing chaste crimes.

Everything is changing color.
I wrung my feet in sand to make
them ready to walk on burning coals.

The other side of pain meets a
moon. You want to suffer silently.
Nobody knows the departure.

Thursday, November 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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