The Struggled Which Goes Unnoticed
Paper delicate,
Easy to tear up, to smear
Hard to re-create.
The damage was done,
As she laid between fall leaves,
A crumpled piece of paper.
She screamed for anyone,
But no ears received her pain.
She's just a plain
Piece
Of
Paper,
Laying there.
Originally named this "The normality in pain" but decided to change it, although I'm not sure if that was a good call, or if the name should've been something else entirely. Opinions?
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A Poetry Collection
PoesíaA few poems that have been on my mind and I managed to set them on paper. Happy Reading!
