Stirring Shadows

The stirring of shadows 

The waking of dreams

A last stand in battle 

No one hears you scream

But you made it through 

Which is worse to you 

Pretending to be okay

While in your head you picture the graves

The forced smiles which are fake 

Hurts as much as a blade

Your very soul, it bleeds 

But no scars are to be seen 

Because outside may be serene 

But this dread I'm feeling 

Is real even if you can't see a thing

Like the broken heart 

Of a once brave king 


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