standing alone in an empty hallway
walls all greyed and hollow
shadows dancing on concrete skin
i hear the happiness of memories long gone
i feel the footsteps that echoed down every pebble in the path
echo in my thoughts, echo, echo on
i see the smiles that once used to be
and i feel the weight of the emotions that lie here, buried in dreams and written in tears
i remember them
they rid me my sorrows and relieve me my fears
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Poesía"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
