when your heart wants to cry

inconsolably

finding a place
becomes hard
especially when one is
surrounded by people
all the time

sometimes
you just wanna let it out
let it flow
down the cheeks
on to the chest
the drops
the streams
the screams

finding
that quiet corner
is all what you think of

silence
truly becomes
more dearer
than gold

judging eyes
everywhere

perhaps that
is the reason
sight of the sea
and the crashing waves
that resemble
the tumult inside
offer some solace

solace
that silence
couldn't provide
when you eventually
found it

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