Those empty gazes,
Filled with horrors
And silence of the
Long gone days are still
Wanting to open up again-
They have always anyways,
No, it's not their unwillingness
Nor their secrets,
Just allow them please,
They want to let it out;
The emptiness with the tears
And memories and the past,
So let it be, please.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Is anyone there?
Anna
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Inks of Heart
PoetryJust some words woven into lines making the fabric of a poem; sometimes prose. #1 poetry #1 book of poems #1 poembook #2 prose #4 motivation #7 poem { Copyright © 2021, Anna Woods}
