She awoke with a start
To the noise of the night
Her face was marked
With the waters of war and peace
A cry surpassed her lips
Barely a whisper
Yet louder than the rain
That pounded upon her windowsill
She curled her toes in repulsion
Gasping for breath
Screaming in her head
When will there be silence
She stared at pictures upon the walls
Finding comfort in the nothingness
That lay before her eyes
Until her soul is forever collected
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An Ode to the Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry that may or may not be an accurate representation of my soul.
