BIM (5-30-76 / Tennessee)

Short Burst Of Emotions

Yearning to be freed from the cycle of hurt that surrounds my being.
I scream and cry on the inside but you would never know it.
This cycle that invades my innermost thoughts is one of self destruction held tightly in silence.
Being as though I am in a way faking it until I make it...
Looking in my soul I can only see a stranger.
Silent whispers scream in my heart as I look around and all I see is sadness.
I know somewhere there is a true method to my madness.

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It is good to see you writing poetry again, BFIMBF, even if this is not an unbeat poem. Carl.