I'm Blank
I'm Pale
I'm Cold
I'm Hollow
I'm Silent
Theres a thing inside of me and it's alive!
i shall sit in silence
every time you repress, pressure, criticize, question, order, demand something of me..
your feeding it,
and it grows
and grows
And it wants to get out.
It screams, cries, Seethes, burns, itches, fights, kicks.
It's clawing it's way out of of the pit of my stomach.
It's sliding it's way up my throat.
I can't control it anymore,
Everything has made it too strong.
It jumps into my mouth
and SCREEEEEAMS it's way out.
only theres no sound, so swallowed it goes back down....
in silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another amazing poem, but dont suffer in silence. Thats what writing is for, vebalising through words. Let the inner demons out onto paper