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I
I am a flower,Planted in a graveyard.
Anticipated the Shower,
But it rained on me hard.
II
I was drowning,But couldn't do nothing.
I was breathing,
But I felt like dying.
III
Roars of thunder came,Bolts of lightning struck me in pain.
I screamed.
But it sounded almost a whisper in the rain.
IV
I am a flower,Planted in a graveyard.
You killed me.
And the secrets I have
Will be buried with me,
Six feet underground.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poesia[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...