On bended, bruised knees,
The silence bellows loudly.
I cry out to thee.
YOU ARE READING
her gloom
Poesia"I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite...
