Her perception's all gray
Slowly waiting for the day to gush away
Watching the raindrops fall vividly
Along with her tears she kept inside a forgotten chest
She felt nothing except numbness that's creeping underneath her soul- dead.
Death is what she wishes
With oblivion covering her every bit
Ashes from the past flames
Flew all over her old self.
Fire that's long been burnt,
Engulfs her once more
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Unheard Thoughts (Spoken Word Poetry compilation)
PoetryThis is a compilation of mine and others who submitted their own spoken word poetries.
