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ZÉZÉ Sep 12
In a prison of souls, drowned in poison,

I drag my chains to death without a name.

Every step bleeds from an ancient wound,

Each breath exudes a frustration that hinders me.

Anger screams, disappointment watches,

Under the sadness, my tears awaken

The nights when the darkness stretches endlessly,

And the darkness drinks the clarity of my tomorrow.

The moon, accomplice of a heaven without forgiveness,

Pours its rain on my dreams in prison.

In the silence, a nightmare returns,

Carrying the pain, the pain, as a bond.

But suddenly a forgotten breath pierces:

The sun is reborn in my thoughts.

A light dances at the edge of the abyss,

Whispering: "Even the shadow has its rhyme. ”

Freedom, shy, whispers "again",

Life wakes up in a cry of dawn.

Ambition burns under the cold ashes,

And the dream stretches, immense, without jailer or guard.

A fragile joy is born of a hope,

A smile braves the walls of silence.

The day returns, dressed in comfort,

Holding the hand of the soul stronger than death
This poem it’s a hope , a hand , a light in the darkness for everyone who’s ever feel like nothing is working in their life , for those who every night is a struggle against themselves , for those who every day is a fight against themselves . I needed to tell these people that it’s not the end until they decide it is , otherwise their future and their life are in their hand and i beautiful path is coming to save them from the darkness .
ZÉZÉ Sep 12
Anger against rage

Rage against doubts

Doubts against ignorance

Ignorance is combined with impotence

Impotence

That of the soul

That of the heart

That of the body

And especially that of speech

The words are spinning in my head

Those of misunderstanding

Word and words have so much power

They hurt

They touch

They tear the body, soul and heart

They are weapons

Poisons

They influence emotions

Death and death to these words

But also dead in silence

Because I have no more words

Nothing more to say

Nothing more to think about

My words are dead and the silence of the world is my redemption

Silence reaches me and strikes me with its ignorance

Ignorance kills

Tell me then

Talk to me then

No need to repress

Find your Words

Find yourself
This poem is a relevant expression of describing the frustration , the anger and the culpability fallen when you have no more things to say , when you feel silenced . It is also a way to claim for help and understand that you’re not true with yourself sometimes , and also understand that u dont kn ow yourself enough . So you’ll have to fight . I hope you guys will enjoy it . Let me know what you think .

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