During the blank hours filled with solitude,
I hear voices within my concealed mind,
The silent screams sound like cacophony,
Looming memories flash before my eyes,
The ticking clock relatively stands still.
In a bid to hide them I feign a smile,
Fill the chasing pauses with mindless chores,
Tame the pulsating questions with my might,
Oh! The convincing lies I tell myself
With the hope that they shall dwindle with time.
The restlessness never ceases to die,
Frozen tears explode into shards of pain,
Though surrounded by people so many,
Like a lone tree, I’m stranded by the shore.
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