A blackballed blizzard.

Like the oceans galore My feelings remain Like the prisoners of war.   Concealed Hushed Dejected.   Like the waves tumultuous My thoughts remain Secretively voluptuous.   Melancholic Wretched Rising from the purgatory.   Like the looming storm Burdened, heavy Burning my eyes like a sandstorm.   Hesitantly swarming in my chest I have lockedContinue reading “A blackballed blizzard.”

Deafening myself

I slammed my bedroom door with a thud deafening myself to the conversation going outside in the living room. I switch on the television and turn up the volume to make others believe that I am occupied. Putting off the lights of my bedroom I subside to a calmer corner, the gallery in my room.Continue reading “Deafening myself”