She remains detached from the souvenirs of her crestfallen father,
baffling over how many lesions they share.
Anger seems like the best option but despair ruptures her cell walls.
Shattered by grief, all the things she refuses to hold onto are weaved into her fingers.
Frantic with fear she would live a life of rage and resistance only to be paralyzed by the voices within her.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
