Silent days and dreary nights
staring at the cold hard floor
A heart ache, like I've never felt before
Your presence lingers in these empty halls
Your voice echoes through these layers of walls
Appear to me in vivid dreams
Like a silhouette bursting at its seams
Sing a lullaby of days gone by
Hold me in my fragility while I cry
-Anna Abigail -
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Her Poetic Journey
Poetryit's not about the finish line it's about the journey -poetry for stages in life
