This room I once knew now echoes with silence
Memories linger in this confinement
Outbursts of hatred and unspoken words
Empty faces I avoid
Muffled whispers over dinner plates
And soft footsteps across the floor
In the quiet,
My pulse fades
My body twitches,
as this fiend takes hold
can you sense the uproar?
In this wretchedness,
Selfish thoughts come alive
Fury fumes deep within
A bomb about to explode
I come out, despite the storm
This lightning about to strike me down
Can you hear the thunder of my soul?
Watch my rain pour!
© Viviana Plasman
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