riddled deep within bones
the sadness cracks and breaks, thought quiet
there's shrieks tucked away but surely known.
fierce force coursing through veins forever
more perplexing the obscurity. but strewn all
across the precipice, is hopelessness.
morse and incoherent.
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Songs of the past
PoetryThe songs I sing are thoughts and moments// memories that I misplaced- forced back and hidden. I share these in hopes the scars I bare- we may share. Enjoy :)
