Silent screams muffled by the world’s next dopamine hit
Etched in these veins
A whole lifetime of concealed pains
The crushing weight that creates
I seek through words myself into formulates
Better the sculptor than sculpture?
Spiritual blip of a life, yet to survive, what we endure
Remember the times, wrapped were pure?
Sometimes there is nothing more a person wants
Than for you to lay your head on their chest
Listening to the tears from the strangled heart
Maybe then you’d hear everything they never said.