Shoes

16 2 3
                                    

A deafening silence,
No one can hear my screams.
Their laughter haunting my mind,
They are everywhere,
In the streets,
And in my dreams.
The claws that consume me,
There is only room for darkness.
Broken and beaten,
Nothing left but hurt.
My worn out soul,
Can't take anymore,
I'm gone.

Poems and Short Stories.Where stories live. Discover now