Careless whisperings echo below
Deep in the depths of darkness untold
Alone and desperate fears stow
Each day the rats gnaw at the mould
Made from rotted thoughts billowed
Crowded corners of mishap
Leave the hopeful sapped
Of all the possibilities
That now remain trapped
Inside this haunted room
No one wanders
No, they shall not bloom
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Poetic Static
PoetryCover designed by @AnniesBooks These are my poems. They will eventually become a book of their own. Comments would be very much appreciated.
