Whispers Of The Dark : (A Set Of Poems)

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There is a certain numbness lying..
With a cold tight grip which is terrifying..

An anxious feeling was slowly growing..
Spreading its malicious wings within, slowly controlling..

So is the irony of life ..
When one wounded heart cries ..
The other sports bright beaming eyes..

They say tears are the sorrowful language of the heart..
Silent pleas to stop the terrors of the night that threaten to rip you apart..

If only there was a hand reaching down to you calling..
"I'm here, don't worry, you'll never be alone now darling"..