Empty pages on a book stay blank to fill
Like a tired mind silent and still
There are no words inspiring enough to tell
Only colors swimming in rivers, as tolls sound from a bell
Still a hushed tongue is forgotten
Left to twist and split in colors soft as cotton
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the soul
PoetryThe Freedom Awards 3rd Place!! There are different thoughts swimming in my head that can be hard to voice. I find writing them in a fluent form helps my inner soul.
