Like water it flows, like a flower it grows,
From something silent it turns loud,
After darkness like lightning between clouds,
My thoughts become silenced and darker,
The light gets dimmer.
Stiffled voices, like a suffocated fool,
Like a dog facing slaughter,
Stuck like a rabbit in a bear trap,
Only waiting for the merciless hunter,
Holding on for the moment it'll be over.
Finally it snaps, loud like a newborn announcing itself,
Almost like the hen that screams murder,
Two deafening sounds, one after the other,
One in absolute horror and another in silence,
Thus it lives.
For the heart is never silent,
Nor the mind is ever sleeping,
Constantly turning,
Never resting,
Confusing.
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