Silent storm

 

I stood amongst a crowd

A crowd so full and loud

Between all things merry

I stood

Deep down within me

a storm shook.

 

I deem the speech disparaged and mocked,

As they sneeringly chatter

Faint ugly chuckles disposing around.

Inside the mischief my head hung bowed

wrestling a hurricane with all I found.

Then the speech muttered

“my loved one,I admire the most”

It felt as a needle

punctures a bubble

Amongst the crowd,I stood

Silently.

 

Rambling shatters of rain

attack my crossed posture

As the sea answers no one

I hugged my pain, quietly.

 

Screams and noises I hear within,

Begging and tortured with sin

Disgusted voices passing conviction

Yet in the epicentre

Its calmness cries a lone vocable :

Apology.

 

Dawn was tough for me,

concern mistook for rage

Once tiny and bale became catastrophe

Leaving this precious bond in debris;

Myself in misery.

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