Delicate drop echo in the black,
Shroud in loathsome isolation.
None to hear its quiet lament
As it vanishes into the unseen pool
Of its ne'er remembered kind.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
Cave Water
Delicate drop echo in the black,
Shroud in loathsome isolation.
None to hear its quiet lament
As it vanishes into the unseen pool
Of its ne'er remembered kind.
