high sentinel
Within me dwells a dying soul,
Deaf to the heart's sorrowful toll.
A shattered vessel, pain's grip I bear,
Yet my tears won't flow, a mask I wear.
The world believes it inflicts the worst,
But sometimes, it's parents who leave us cursed.
Silenced and helpless, my words held at bay,
In solitude's embrace, I weep, night and day.
Sharing my emotions, a folly they see,
Mocking my vulnerability, they laugh at me.
When life's cruelty strikes with relentless force,
Inwardly, I weep a river's remorse.
wispy dove
leaden ice