In the depths of my being a scream sprouted roots,
I held it in, but I felt it escaping through my quiet tears.
It’s branches burst from my body and reached for the sky.
For want of rain or sunshine, and it was denied both.
I felt it’s burning agony as it died within me,
I opened my mouth to free it, and found it was too weak.
I was too frail to force it out; I was far too gone.
I will die with its corpse consuming my soul,
Because I cannot find the courage to speak.
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Very short and powerful write. At times it is hard to speak up but it is something you have to work on in order to not get walked on. Nicely done. Take care and Have fun. Steve
yup trie amazing for a short poem, many people are afraid to speak for fear of the consequence, which for man is a good enough reason to suffer in silence, but if you take time to think, could speaking also save others, could it stop the suffering you don't deserve so with every consequence there's also light....good poem and thanks for making me think :P keep writing!!!!
Many people are not able to speek up for themselves or others. In life somehow we have been conditioned to take life as it is handed to us. When some do talk up, they are laughed at or frowned upon. This makes many just close in on themselves. I don't know if that was exactly what you ment here, but this is a great piece. Thanks, Anthony