• nunoalem 9w


    Heard yet not understood,
    The pleas of the heart
    Whispers to the long gone winds.
    Like a letter in a bottle,
    His cries lay -
    Willing to be more
    Than syllables thrown.
    A mind deep etched in insomnia,
    Eyes closed yet open
    In a parallel universe.
    "Be brave, chin up!" Cried they-
    When he let it out.
    Devoid of life,
    Living yet lifeless!
    A brave front rather than a healed soul
    Was what they desired of him
    But how long will he bend
    Until he starts to break?