Behind A Silent Mask Comments
The worst cries of the broken is when I'm in my room shadowed by the dark, and the feeling of being alone starts to set in. My stomach starts to tighten up, that's when the first tear falls.
I bury my face beneath my pillows trying to restrain myself from letting The world know of my distress, making sure I remain hidden behind the mask of my fears.
Heavy breaths and a hand full of tears my heart begins to tare itself bit by piece, leaving me with nothing but the feeling of emptiness.
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The loss of sunshine in a life at its deplorable lowest ebb is aptly captured in the poem. Nicely described and well written. Thanks for sharing MIIYA.
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7/28/2025 5:58:24 AM # 1.0.0
My stomach starts to tighten up, falling tears, burying my face, hiding, heavy breaths, emptiness, torturing myself, healing…. Remaining behind my mask. Silence. All these points i gathered from your poem after carefully reading it. You are very expressive, like your simplicity in expression. It is easy to read and understand…… thank you dear poetess for this poem. tony