Chapter: Snippet of My Poetry

Shh
She's the victim of a tortured soul,
Too afraid to express the feelings she can't control.
Her mind is torn between curiosity and confusion,
Not knowing if its reality, or if her depression is an illusion.
She doesn't understand why she cries and sheds these tears,
Maybe this is why she's hesitant to letting anyone near.
She's skeptic about love, and wonders about compassion,
Not sure if she can't handle the intensity of her reaction.
Her mind is a world, that has not yet been discovered,
But its locked up, with high security, where no one can get in,
Not even a lover.
The day she reveals the secrets of her thoughts,
Will perhaps be the day we no longer hear the ticking of her clock,
Or the beating of her heart.
But no one knows this because she keeps herself quiet,
And is subtly confined in a prison of her own silence.

By: Marlene Marmolejos