I close my eyes and loose myself,
I let go my anchorage to reality
And With keen focus I listen,
I listen to every
Single sound,
My being overwhelmed with the loudness,
The loud disturbance of peace,
Indeed I am lost,
Lost in the sound of silence,
Lost in Solitude.-Bright 🔆
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The Quill Spits Blood
PoetryAnd so my heart bleeds unto the paper, telling my stories in bloody stains. ●Everything is better expressed in poetry! ●A compilation of poems written by yours truly.