Sounds

there are so many sounds coming aiming at me

so many sounds, i cannot be free

those sounds are digging up a hole for me

restraining myself, forced to stand still

or else my word and actions will be as hard as steel

another hour passed, i let out a sigh

quiet outside, shouting inside

people do not realize how ridiculous they sound

anger is flowing, and yet i am restrained

taking a risk, forgive and forget

each challenge i take, the harder it gets

forgiveness is a word, a sound or a feeling?

quiet outside, and shouting inside

anger is flowing, deep in my blood

gripping the paper, my only true life- save

right now writing is the key, to my only escape

my heart and feeling, are in every word

waiting for soundless peace to be sold

a quiet room, that's where i belong

with a desk and papers for my stories to be told

dark ink, and a feather, to ease this deep wound

slowly closing myself, now i am in my personal world

words are safe here, and so is my heart

thank you my friend, the unwritten thought