Unheard emotions

• Bianca Thompson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2005

Forever flowed the poisons through the veins of all impurities.
My soul screamed aloud, although, remained a silent whimper.
There mere beat of the drum, rhythmic like the heart.
Scarcely breathing, yet hanging onto passion and desire, fulfillemt grows deep.
The sun's desert heat, causing beads of sweat.
Handing out venerability like a pamphlet advertising weakness and depression.
Eyes misted over with tears of pure remorse.
Small and insignificant portrayed by all.
Vial, yet bitter sweet, as blood from warm to cold.
Desire of a future, crafted with sympathetic care,
Where my veins are no longer poisoned and my emotions free to bare.