Quiet in Mind
October 17, 2017
The way he laughs is the same way he cries
No one knows what’s going on inside.
Behind closes doors
A dark secret lies.
His lover at night
Enemy in morn.
They take his freedom
Little by little.
Deprive him of air
’till he is brittle.
He doesn’t complain
He makes no sound.
Because he knows
They do not play around.
No one can hear his silent pleas
The ache of legs inside of his jeans.
The ache of heart in a wrought iron cage
Tears him apart with each new dawn of day
A story untold, you hear it now
Beware of those
Who make no sound.
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