Don't you hear the shadows?
Why, they're screaming at me,
Languages no one knows,
Words that cannot be.
I feel it's hand upon my arm,
Subtly slithering south;
Unsure if it will do me harm,
No sound will leave my mouth.
The voices in my head,
All are screaming now.
They say tears will be shed,
But I don't know why or how.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
