I cannot tell you
I’m afraid
I dare not tell myself
I’m lonely
at the core….
A surge of passion
swelling, swallowing
leftover sanity
threatens to engulf
my voice
I cannot tell you
I’m not dumb
I dare not tell myself
I lost my voice
crying hoarse….
I refuse to flow
with mainstream currents
Become an obstacle
for influencers,
powers supreme
I cannot tell you
I disagree
I dare not tell myself
I’m beleaguered
with no remorse…
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I like this description: “swallowing
leftover sanity”
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Thank you, Frank!
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Very well done Reena. The repetition really works well. We often consider our feelings a small detail that we should hide, suppress, or over look. You have shown what happens when we fail to feel.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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open up
and
close off
some doubts
with clarified shouts!
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Thanks for sharing Reena!
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