Poems from Lynxee
My heart bleeds
onto the glaring whiteness
of this canvas.
Oh how should
I state the story
of my soul?
Staining the white canvas
with...
Sitting in your mind.
All alone.
Your refuge
from the world.
But what are those?
Shining brightly
in the dark.
The mirrors.
Gazing...
We are the Ones.
The beaten,
the broken,
the abused.
We are the Silent.
Bearing our agony with closed mouths.
The quiet,
the strong,
the...