It was three am
yet she was wide awake,
her thoughts unforgiving
restless, in haste;
Those who have left
and never came back
haunts her
to this day;
Pointing the blame
and every fault
laid on her way;
within the ramblings of her
heart,
she yearned for silence,
silence that voids sound,
silence that shuts the mind
silence that meant rest;
in the whispers of the wind
she found comfort,
at three am
she had her life figured.
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Soliloquy
Şiironly words bleed and I need all of it to feel alive. HR: #150 in Poetry
