Numb

What do you know of the pain in my heart?
The smile, my friend, is a deceptive art,
subtle distances, fractions apart,
yet, you can’t see the scars in my heart.

I lie, deaf, floating amidst vapours of past
soaking in stillness ‘neath an overcast,
dreams screams when promises depart,
What do you know of the pain in my heart?

Wordy Wednesday Prompt – Scream

21 thoughts on “Numb

  1. I love the rhyme of poetry, it makes everything seem so perfect. It is so easy to put on a act for others, but we have to face our pain and fears and no one else will understand.

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