This haunting whisper makes me faint
I could hear the noise, it was me
I cried because he had lived, because he had died.
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Dark corners of my mind
PoetryThis collection of poems are from my numerous journals. I started writing around 8/9 years ago to help me through an extremely difficult time in life, when my rheumatoid arthritis was crippling me. Even though what I write is quite dark it helped m...
Cry
This haunting whisper makes me faint
I could hear the noise, it was me
I cried because he had lived, because he had died.
