I have always carried around
A certain pain
which lives in my chest
It sits there in
Silence
Slowly consuming
My hollow bones
'Till my skin is ash
And I feel like
Any moment I may
Crumple
Carried away by the
Haunting East Wind
Nothing but a whisper
In the ear of
A passerby
A whole life reduced
To a silent voice
And the loud words on paper
I managed
To leave behind.
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