Broken Hearts, a poem of unfulfilled desire

Deafening silence 

reigning since

in mind of one

clouded with greys

almost vanishing like thin air

An irony to say

of feeling deeply empty

but full of unsaid thoughts

chained forever for peace.

yet chased by chaos in solitude. 

A dream to be free

wrecked by majorities desire

standardizing the dignity of one

That said, for the purest amity 

foolishly limits other's honesty.

Masking all the realness within

by suppressing all expressions 

for the fulfilment of their ideals

overwhelming them while I suffer

leaving these broken pieces of heart in the soul.