Disfraut

There’s a hush to the confusion in my soul
my shattered beings have been made quiet

Every time they rise to arouse
they’re told to hush with an overwhelming ‘shh’

They mutter in silence
suffering in a longing to break away from the humming

But my pain, my chaos and confusion are not allowed to speak
They’ve been handed a pencil, fine liner and a drawing book
for distraction and quiet action.

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