I miss the silence

_{Authored by @nachomolina2
Original Poetry}

Scrutinize my mind
that says I can't,
I don't want to hear from you!
but I want to...

And the fiber envelops me,
with words
that weren't there

Prisoner,
Missing the silence...

I wander among its limits
living by the reason of others,
no one knows what it's worth
a broken feeling

My cocktail of truth,
he doesn't stop talking when he comes back,
and his mouth my hand,
his blood, vulcan dragon

Same as before,
in the service
of a delicate voice,
magic that speaks to me
of remote times

Transformed
into a liberator of souls,
trapped
in the bohemian prison

And the fiber surrounds me,
with words
that they weren't there,

My mind says I can't!
prisoner,
I miss
the silence...

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2021}