Walking up the streets of this ghostly town,
Upon my face, i wear a frown,
My heart seeks an explanation,
An end to this illusion,
My heart and mind, fight one another,
Which side to choose, is a difficult matter.
No matter the choice, the outcomes are the same,
I must move on.....never again to hear your name,
As hard as I wish it were not so,
There is no other way that I that I know
My friend l; it is time to fly
To you I must regretfully goodbye.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
