The Quiet Suffering

Jarron
1 min readSep 8, 2023

Life derails the peace that was once my mind

Ghostly and still my body resides

Hollow and empty as one stares in eyes

Seeing the empty void that is this shadowed room

Filtered by the blackened shades

Each day an silhouette of words slips through my dried lips

Seeking what most want

Love

Yet I remain a small fraction tuned with the world

Forever in a daze glued to my brightened phone

Stuck scrolling through laughter and drawn-out motivational screens

Simmering over the dollar signs of how easy It is to be alive

Inside I bleed

Listening to a small chord chiming through a piano

Teaching it’s love language

Stroking keys that blossom like a fall’s day

Yet grasping the full force of a spring’s thunderstorm with every high key

Still in onyx through my days

I hear the words be more

Do more dammit

Mimicking me of all the pain that screams at all signs

I ache with these thoughts

Even through me

I empty my silent chamber

To tell my suffering-

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Jarron

A writer lost in a sea of UX, trying to find his ship. Join me on my journey as I write content surrounding UX Writing and poetry.