I walk through the door,
And there are whispers in the air.
I tell myself it's nothing,
That I shouldn't care.
It's useless.
It only makes me focus on the whispers more.
The whispers are crushing.
Will the whispers ever stop?
I just hope they do,
Before I drop.
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Meraki ◇ Poetry
PoetryMeraki is, as said on the cover, "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work." ------------------------ This will be a book of amateur poems I write. I'm not very good at poems, but it's something I li...
