one not very loud.
You hide me with a portion,
but I find a way around.
I don't lurk in corners,
dark spaces or a hole,
I am deep within you,
resting in your soul.
I don't shout or scream,
grow or slowly creep,
I just continue on,
to make you eternally weep.
I am the inner shame,
the ripple of all sin,
an endless open void,
the echo from within.
Like an open wound,
every sore you bare,
the tarring & the pain,
is all mine to wear.
I multiply the hurt,
redirect all tears,
counting your worth,
& playing on your fears.
The master of memories,
king of manipulation,
I re-run the sorrow,
& stack the precipitation.
All the flashes of pain,
every and each day,
another horrible memory,
I make sure to stay.
The ever consistency,
to never leave your side,
I'm the prince standing,
whispering who lied.
I don't press on,
or even really try,
I am simply just,
the never ending cry...
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