i feel empty
and ache all over my body,
my mind, my soul.
my back is scratched
for sleeping in the cold street.
my thigh is bleeding
and the blood
is brimming a big hole
of my dark soul.
oh,
i am between
alive and
deceased.
YOU ARE READING
the unspoken
PoetryThey were things that my lips could never say. They were stories i was always afraid to tell. They were the unspoken. [e.c.]
