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Tired and confused, Thinking of you
Your silence
Like violence
Assails my sanity
My mind fills the void
With paranoid
Insecurities
Thought impurities
Confusion
Like a contusion
Pulses in my head
Was it something I said?
What have I done?
Where have you gone?
Like violence
Assails my sanity
My mind fills the void
With paranoid
Insecurities
Thought impurities
Confusion
Like a contusion
Pulses in my head
Was it something I said?
What have I done?
Where have you gone?
Published 6th Mar 2015
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6th Mar 2015 5:52pm
The silence can be destructive. Not knowing what went wrong damages the heart, mind and possibly soul. Every effort can be made on your part, but if it's not reciprocated, all communication withheld, it becomes an act of cruelty. At least in my experience, and possibly yours. Great job Sammy. Hope she'll let you see her light.
6th Mar 2015 6:05pm
Thank you Crowfly. I seriously have no idea why she is silent and I feel like my heart is breaking into pieces while my mind swims in confusion. I don't know. Thanks.
6th Mar 2015 11:43pm
Hang in there, Sammy. You've got a strong mind and you're a very good writer. Remember, we're survivors. All of us. I just takes so long sometimes. Good poem.
6th Mar 2015 11:59pm
Thank you Pishashee. I know everything will be fine but I dont always remember that in the moment. We are survivors.
