Try to Listen: The unsaid words of the dead are blowing in the wind

What anger and anti-feelings bring

When the mind is firing

The venom of loathing revaluation

It is a strange situation

In which a heart cannot hear and see the others' point of view

Launching hurtful misdirected missiles

Misunderstandings and unwanted gestures

Cannot feel the immense love underneath

Like an ash covering the fire

The real emotions are engulfed in a selfish soot

When the opportunity is missed

The throttled cry of unseen pain

Along with unspoken words have been buried in a dead body

Do you still have a heart to receive and find

The unsaid expressions of an agonizing heart

That have escaped the cremated mortal remains

And blowing in the wind like the howling of a crying mind.

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