Holding on so gracefully,
Winter cold as ice,
Trembling so mercifully,
Tears dropping like dice,
Heartbreaking,
Voice cracking,
Words float like ashes,
Wounds that gash your soul,
Numbed by pain,
Only little to be gained.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.
