A spiral of screaming voices emanating from invisible bars
Screaming because they're so afar
And not embraced,but treated waste
Because of minds they think they shouldn't face
My writing
Please don't take credits
YOU ARE READING
Spill the ink
PoetryInk swirling on paper to turn into an aesthetic masterpiece Playing with words,poetic vibes driving the hands to spill thoughts and make a beautiful piece of work Emotion and beauty and thought poured into words to strengthen drowning voices A place...
