The narrators silently carry their pain.
Hidden and delicate insights
amidst the chaoss reign,
Their whispers of heart
which reveal their untold story.
The symphony of plot
and loud footsteps around it;
Muffles the cries of mass,
like a drowning man suffocating!
Within the unseen eyes
ache lingers on page after page.
Never truly fading and never truly gone.
Are you a figure, lost in the crowd!
Whose voices were unheard
and emotions were disavowed.
In this vastness, the world spins by
like a sweet shuttling summer stream
And the pain remains a silent dream.
Beneath the smile upon their face
shadows are worn quietly.
Yearning for a tranquil haven
they are in a search to embrace.
Mending the shattered fragments
an oversoul emerges amidst eternity;
Finding solace in solitude to feel deity.
The aching loneliness
are so pure and deep.
A heart silently weeps for it
tries to make the tale concealed!
Amidst lifes turmoil and strain
Their fragile pain bears its bane.
Amidst this turmoil
subtle hope shines through eternity.
Tis pain strengthen starts to bloom
And sings for the resilient heart
that emerges from impending gloom.
Now, lets take a moment
in our never ending rush!
Acknowledge the sorrow
hidden beneath someone's hush!
Now you know,
amidst lifes buzz and strain
There may be a storyteller
quietly enduring their own pain!
With💙
©chrysanthemum