The Stories Untold

There are floods of emotions
Drowning you,
There are thought
Trying to make sense,
Like souls without
There bodies
Trying to burst out
Through the mouth,
To make there existence felt.
But the tongue betrays
And the mind is in chaos.

The black ink
stains the white paper,
Like blood on
A knights armour.
The marks of the
Unknown tragedies
Hidden from the joyous kingdom,
Caged inside the bars
Between the lines.

And those, my friend, are the stories untold!!

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