Before my eyes, something was broken.
To the burning in my soul I was blind.
So much discontent was left unspoken.
Of my true feelings, my words merely a token
of fathomless depths left undefined.
Before my eyes, something was broken.
Hiding, veiled existence became my slogan.
Behind a locked door, desire consigned.
So much discontent was left unspoken.
The occasional exclamation so softspoken.
My ever-growing restlesness being designed
before my eyes. Something was broken.
On my vivid reality, slowly choking.
To the hopelessness, unwittingly resigned.
So much discontent was left. Unspoken.
Beginning to see, slowly awoken
from a darkened reverie, unenshrined
before my eyes. Something was broken.
So much discontent was left. No longer unspoken.
