There are moments that linger between my thoughts unhinged and reckless. Oh how I wish I could drown them in the blank crevices of my consciousness, let them be forgotten for some simple moments in a cabinet somewhere deep within a labyrinth.
There are whispers that live between my thoughts, they say what I would never dare speak or tell, I sit still as their song reverberates its tune through my heart downwards, cutting me at my core.
The whispers sing their song of certitude to a being that will not listen. A truth that is better ignored, locked away within it's self never to appear until it seeks havoc.
Until I seek not to live
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The Places I Left Her: Remembering You
PoetryThis is a collection of original poems written by me these are very personal. They can be interpreted in a variety of ways. Here's a preview of what's to expect. ~ There are moments that linger between my thoughts unhinged and reckless. Oh how I wi...
