Quiet fell as she entered the room,
Her presence was like an order,
All arguments stopped.
She was the cement of this unit,
She held this segment of the family together,
Kept them all attached to the bigger lattice.
Though that itself was breaking
When she left, chaos ensued once more,
It called to her like a siren, blaring until she returned
But she was growing tired,
slowly her returns were fading,
soon they will stop all together and madness will reign.
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A Collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry written on a variety of different subjects, I've posted it on here to get some feedback, so please fell free to comment. I'm a fairly new writer so I'm still learning how to edit and redraft so any creative criticism i...
