There are floods of emotions
            Drowning you,
There are thought
             Trying to make sense,
Like souls without
              There bodies
They're 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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