UnTitLeD #Poetry

Here silence inhabits the soul
Nothing can make one sense the coming fall
The drop that takes one back to toxic chaos
The noise that radically consumes this peace
Don't you see
The invisible swords claiming a good soul
The undiluted words leaking from deceitful tongues
There is need to seek change.

Here lies a den of flaws
Reflections hence are sworn enemies
Mirrors have been banned from leaning against walls
The dwindling esteem chased boldness away
Don't you think
The face is tired of absorbing this hate
This hate coming from the pits of the same fate
There is need to provoke change.

Here there are underlying issues
Unresolved emotions shroud every goddamn thing
Doubts religiously sneaking in on crucial decisions
Help fuel the fear rooted deep within
Don't you feel
The pressing need to want to break free
The boiling audacity tempting one to flee
There is need to embrace change.

Here lies some shreds of hope
Sunken fragments of what life could be
Teasing the possibilities of the unknown future
Which threatens to bloom into unfamiliar rapture
Don't you know
This broken heart is used to bleeding
This cursed being is open to bleeding
There is need to welcome change.

I have zero idea where this came from. But I am letting my poet find herself wherever she is. The piece is raw and unedited. Please share how you feel it and how it finds you.