Her eyes? Closed, shut down.
her mind?, not even a snooze,.
Only counting down till she's lost for a moment
but the drums in her chest bang her to sight.
Now that time of night has arrived again where everything in her wonders.
yet again, the question that steals her sleep and threatens her peace, night after night..
"what shall I do to make it?
"where should I go from here?"
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
