Go

My voice is hidden below
Cushions of noise and judgements;
Like a rose caught beneath Earth’s
Dark surface I cannot grow.
The voiceless noise is deafening
And anxious thoughts of sunlight
Shining upon my frozen heart
Take such control-
Deadening noise, suffocating darkness
These words fall short of color;
A picture too eclipsed to flow-
I am clinging to a thread of sweet sanity
As I choke upon my own soft songs,
That I cannot sing, oh begone! And woe!
Suffering beneath the weight of my own illusions,
I linger with despair and hope
Balancing my own energy inside this darkness,
Until time rip me from this hell
And I can let my sweet voice go.

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