Alas, here I am!
I once yearned to quell the tumult of these souls;
Now, they have gone mute.
The creaks of the doors,
So audible
I hear my voice echo;
It seems so silent like a funeral in procession.
Missing those sounds of laughter,
Wishing to hear those cries again
Memories linger,
They slowly fade with tears;
If only I had known
Those moments I would have held dearer.
Victoria🌹
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My World Of Poetry
PoetryCollection of relatable short peoms Some written based on personal feelings but I hope at one point or the other, you might have also felt that way.
