There was a key
I threw in the sea
No one but me
Could truly seeThere is a cage
That stood an age
Where all my rage
Can't be assuagedThere is a bird
Left unheard
Lying anchored
To my very wordThere is the wind
Whispering thin
Begging I rescind
My punishment for the sinnedThere is my heart
That broke apart
Hoping to restart
And let the pain depart.
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A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords