Wait
and listen
And look into my eyes
as if
you could tell what
my soul says
you cannot.
tell.
because if you
did,
all you would
hear
would be
a heartbeat.
my soul is missing
stolen.
gone.
but I
am not.
YOU ARE READING
Cacoethes Scribendi
PoetryA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.