PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Silent, or silenced? 

Can't tell from your perspective

You could never guess it

through emotionless expressions

Things so far beyond my reach,

Beyond your comprehension

Are what I seem to dwell on,

becomes an obsession

Reasons why I,

may be sad and can't cry,

because the rains of pain that replenished my brain

Are no longer supplied

The roots of my mental, have become brittle

Slowly inside I died

So long there was a drought of love,

My bleeding heart shriveled, dried

So long, fallen leaves floated down the stream,

While withering trees made oxygen, polluted

As strong as the fire grew,

 The flames were only a substitution

My fruits became sour, 

and still I was devoured,

guess the world has a taste for passionate,

powerless,

delicate children of flowers