Gone but forgotten
A living ghost
Eyes glazed
Skin pale
No one sees me
No one hears me
There are no chirps
of greetings when I
return from my
seclusion
No questions of my wellbeing
Just peace and quiet
Not the good kind
The kind that eats away
at your heart
and bones
Until you crumple
11/13/23
YOU ARE READING
Words that I won't share with anyone
PoésieI don't care if you read this. Words are meant to be put out there Even if no one reads it. Or cares. This is Poetry that I write I'll share my own words, if you want you can too. Just sharing some thoughts. Anyone who is lost can come here. If you...
