[adynamia]

92%

nove/nueve

Feeling your worry

It made you unruly and
Perplexed

Like a garden full of roses
Cuts and bruises

What would I not do
To breach the hindrance left
Of you

I still hear
Whispers
Through the walls

Through walls of paper

Not of sound mind
Did I ill-advised
Escape

Awaiting the cold
Winter brings
Leaves you freezing
Cold in summer