Silence
cannot fill these cracks
of desperate distance
in our family.
Because silence
is empty.
Just as the cracks are
as empty as her smile
and as empty as her heart.
As empty as his eyes,
as empty as your laugh.
And the empty
is not a substance
to fill another.
So the since must end.
For my soul
is too damn empty
to take another second
of it.
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Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
