Hours That Follow, A Poem Draft From Book #3

I haven't posted a poem on the blog for a long time. This is an longer one than usual, which is a part of one I'm planning to include in my third book of poetry.


Silent Observation

People assume, because you're quiet, that nothing bothers you and you are simply not heard. I have written a thousand times over, but still, ever lost in this maze of emotions and scenarios. What do I want to happen? I simply cannot tell you. What do I seek from my experiences? Just some clarity, and…