Hate.
Vaulted into the river, reached the edge.
Banished no title, no clue,
Put in mind of a dense fog.
The faintest of smiles could easily have been mistaken.
YOU ARE READING
A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
no clue
Hate.
Vaulted into the river, reached the edge.
Banished no title, no clue,
Put in mind of a dense fog.
The faintest of smiles could easily have been mistaken.
