It sneaks in,
like a whisper,
stealing your breath.
Or it breaks the silence,
like a deafening roar,
begging for blood.
Whisper or Roar,
both'll leave you reeling,
A heart breaking,
and a soul a little broken.
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
