If someone meets me,
They will find me calm,
But there are storms of emotions they can’t see,
they can’t even hear this atheist chanting psalm.
There is a silent war without swords
but guns loaded with shards
of a heart that is now obsolete
Forgotten how to beat.
But I’m good at hiding,
keeping things perfectly encrypt.
Though I share everything and nothing through my writing,
It is still harder to understand than the voynich manuscript.
If you haven’t already read, go check out my poetry collections – ‘Reflections of My Youth‘ & ‘Enter‘