can you hear me
over this sound
a mind too hushed
much too silent
catch a short breath
within this pause
a restless flow
claims solitude
upon white shores
toys abandoned
ants crawling on
succulent trash
a music box
with a missing
ballerina
this silence breathes
as a small world
convulses
YOU ARE READING
Thirteenth Hour
PoetryA bunch of dark poems because I need to get some thoughts out of my head
