The white noise
Cannot quell the screams
Nor the yoga sessions
Quench the thirst
To be heard and succumbed to.
Fear is mine to keep
The worries that make my lips move
As I think about it in my solitary moments
Never can I escape the wrath of urgency that stems
From the stern voice screaming
"Write out to your last breath
Let your pains be the ink."
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A DOSSIER OF WORDS
PoetryChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
