In this room of silence, I sit quietly watching people read,
Mustering some knowledge, rattling with emotions,
My head speaking some language, thoughts rambling around,
I just want to feel, feel what others are able to feel, real love, real pain,
This room is screaming thoughts and emotions,
Where words, thoughts and reality meet hand in hand,
Like a chain reaction, thoughts shaping the reality,
Words form these thoughts, and new realms are open possibilities,
This kingdom of dirt, resting within moments,
I plead to feel all these emotions,
You couldn’t understand this ever, as it’s all in my head,
But I would find a way, to understand what you feel,
This castle of bones and thorns, I live within,
I remember everything, memories down the lane,
But these feelings are at my whim’s way,
Snatching away my smile, taking away my tears,
I wish to share, wish to absorb and learn,
Everyone I know, is just my imagination,
Numb, unmoving, trembling, but breathing,
Watching me, even listening, but not feeling,
In this room of silence where thoughts are born, emotions are risen,
I sit and watch but unable to befriend these emotions, unable to feel the broken thoughts.
Mustering some knowledge, rattling with emotions,
My head speaking some language, thoughts rambling around,
I just want to feel, feel what others are able to feel, real love, real pain,
This room is screaming thoughts and emotions,
Where words, thoughts and reality meet hand in hand,
Like a chain reaction, thoughts shaping the reality,
Words form these thoughts, and new realms are open possibilities,
This kingdom of dirt, resting within moments,
I plead to feel all these emotions,
You couldn’t understand this ever, as it’s all in my head,
But I would find a way, to understand what you feel,
This castle of bones and thorns, I live within,
I remember everything, memories down the lane,
But these feelings are at my whim’s way,
Snatching away my smile, taking away my tears,
I wish to share, wish to absorb and learn,
Everyone I know, is just my imagination,
Numb, unmoving, trembling, but breathing,
Watching me, even listening, but not feeling,
In this room of silence where thoughts are born, emotions are risen,
I sit and watch but unable to befriend these emotions, unable to feel the broken thoughts.
Too good!
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