This is my first poem, where I don't know exactly where it's about. Still I like it pretty much.
Marking silent,
Silent as the graver,
Secrets al to keep,
Emptiness to face,
Playing hide and seek,
There afraid to answer,
Whispering and fearing,
All to weak to repeat,
You feel tricked,
Mislead by you're loved ones,
But guided by the rage,
You find some goal new,
Still old demons to face,
When you're story continues,
You become the keeper of silent,
Making al the whispers stop,
Also the cry,
The screams,
And the lies behind it all,
When you dream it will be all that's real,
You don't deserve anymore,
Fake is real,
And reality is broken,
Darkness is within,
Mouth is shut,
Lips are sealed,
Marking you're way throw life,
And you're past revealed,
Blaming the whispers,
Broken on the inside,
Glory is gone,
Passed by the wind,
Stars shine down on you're face,
But you're to blind to see,
Are you still alive?
At leased feared enough to be,
Keeping real,
Is all what matters now,
Stay breathing,
And mark you're path,
Is all what matters,
In the end.
So, I have a question for you. Where do you think where it's about?
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.